Arthur Davidson
> The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson, died and went
> to heaven. At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur. "Since you've been such a good
> man and your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is, you can hang
> out with anyone you want to in heaven."
>
> Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, "I want to hang out with
> God."
> St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him to God.
> God recognized Arthur and commented, "Okay, so you were the one who invented the
> Harley-Davidson motorcycle?"
> Arthur said, "Yeah, that's me..."
> God commented: "Well, what's the big deal in inventing something that's pretty
> unstable, makes noise and pollution and can't run without a road?"
> Arthur was apparently embarrassed, but finally spoke, "Excuse me, but aren't you
> the inventor of woman?"
> God said, "Ah, yes."
>
> "Well," said Arthur, "professional to professional, you have some major design
> flaws in your invention:
> 1. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end protrusion,
> 2. It chatters constantly at high speeds,
>
> 3. Most rear ends are too soft and wobble too much
> 4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust,
> 5. The maintenance costs are outrageous!!!
> "Hmmm, you may have some good points there," replied God, "hold on."
> God went to his Celestial supercomputer; typed in a few words and waited for the
> results. The computer printed out a slip of paper and God read it. "Well, it may
> be true that my invention is flawed," God said to Arthur, "but according to
> these numbers, more men are riding my invention than yours!



