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 motorcycleshave 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'.
I can throw my leg over anytime and no complaints. After being out with her can walk away from her no complaints.
Only when I'm home my wife always compains!!!!!!!!
