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 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 motorcycles, eh?!"
Arthur said, " Ah, Yes sir, 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
sir, but aren't you the inventor of woman???"
God said, "Ah, yes."
"Well sir," said Arthur, "professional to professional, I think
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 of the rear ends are too soft and wobble too much;
4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust;
5. And the maintenance costs are outrageous!!"
"Hmmmm, 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..."
