It was rumored that the inventor
of the Harley Davidson Motorcycle Corporation, Arthur
Davidson, had died and went to heaven. At the gates, St. Peter
"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
St. Peter took Arthur to the
Throne Room and introduced him to God. Arthur tipped his Hog
hat to God laughing,
"Hey, Dude, aren't
you the inventor of woman?"
God said, "Ah, yes."
Arthur, "professional to professional, you have some
major design flaws in your invention."
said in Awe of the motorcycle legend.
"Allow me to explain,"
Davidson replied. "First, there's too much inconsistency
in the front-end protrusion. Next, it chatters constantly
when riding at high speeds. Then there is the rear end.
It's too soft and wobbles
too much while the intake is placed way to close to the exhaust.
Of course, I don't have to tell you about the maintenance
costs. They're outrageous!"
"Hmmmm, you may have
some good points there," replied God.
After thinking about it, God
said, "Hold on there."
God then went to his CSS (Celestial
Super Computer), keyed in a few words and waited for the
results. The CSP (Celestial Super Printer) suddenly came
to life printing out a slip of paper. God looked it over and
"Well, it may be true
that my invention is flawed," God said to Davidson,
"but according to these numbers, more men are riding
my invention than yours."