>The inventor of the Harley Davidson Motorcycle

>Corporation, 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 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 Harley motorcycles, eh?!"

>

>Arthur said, "Ya, that's me..."

>

>God commented, "Well, what's the big deal about

>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. And the maintenance costs are outrageous!!";;

>5. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust

>

>"Hmmmm, 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."

 

Thank you.

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