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 that 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 a bit  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! For  example,

1. There's  too much inconsistency in the front-end  suspension  

2.   It chatters constantly at high speeds.

3.   Most rear ends are too soft and wobble about too   much.

4.   The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust.

5. The   maintenance costs are outrageous!!!!


'Hmmmmm,   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'. 

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