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.
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.
