Nov 042005
 

The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson, died and went to heaven.

God recognized Arthur and commented, “Okay, so you were the one who invented motorcycles, eh?”

“Yeah, that’s me…” said Arthur.

“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 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!!

“Hmm, you may have some good points there,” replied God, “Hold on.” God went to his Celestial super-computer, 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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