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!!!!
"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.
Shane Tetterton "Tater"
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