Biker Humour > > Arthur Davidson, the inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, >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, 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, "Yep, that's >me." > > God said, "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 he said, "Excuse me, >but aren't You the inventor of woman?" > > God said, "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 protrusions; > > 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 enormous!" > > "Hmmmmm, you 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."
