> The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, 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, "Yeah, that's me..."
>
> God commented, "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 spoke, "Excuse me, but
> aren't You the inventor of women?" 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. The maintenance costs are outrageous!!"
>
> "Hmmmm, you may 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 a little flawed," God said
> to Arthur, "but according to these numbers, more men are riding My invention than yours!"