Thread: Motorcycles

> > 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 motorcycles, eh?!"
> >
> > Arthur said, "ya, that's me..."
> >
> > God commented, "Well, what a 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!!
> >
> > "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."