> > 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
creator 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."