The Harley

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 to 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 the Harley-Davidson
motorcycle?

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 a bit 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
suspension 

    
                   
 
2. It chatters constantly at high speeds

                  
 
3. Most rear ends are too soft and wobble

about too much




4.
The intake is placed way too

close to the exhaust


5. The maintenance costs are
outrageous!!!!


    


'Hmmmmm,
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'..