Harley Davidson
Body: Arthur Davidson, the inventor of the Harley-Davidson
motorcycle, died and went to heaven.
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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."
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Arthur thought about it for a minute, then said, "I want to hang out with God."
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St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room and introduced him to God.
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God recognized Arthur and commented, "Okay, so you were the one who invented the Harley Davidson motorcycle?"
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Arthur said, "Yes, that's me."
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God said, "Well, what's the big deal in inventing something that's pretty unstable, makes noise and pollution and can't run without a road?"
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Arthur was apparently embarrassed, but finally he said, "Excuse me, but aren't You the inventor of woman?"
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God sai d, "Yes."
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"Well," said Arthur, "professional to professional, you have some major design flaws in your invention:
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1. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end protrusions...
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2. It chatters constantly at high speeds...
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3. Most of the rear ends are too soft and wobble too much.
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4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust...
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5. And the maintenance costs are enormous!"
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"Hmmmmm, you have some good points there," replied God, "hold on."
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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.
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"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."
Body: Arthur Davidson, the inventor of the Harley-Davidson
motorcycle, 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, 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, "Yes, that's me."
>
God said, "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 he said, "Excuse me, but aren't You the inventor of woman?"
>
God sai d, "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 protrusions...
>
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 enormous!"
>
"Hmmmmm, you 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 flawed,"God said to Arthur, "but according to these numbers, more men are riding my invention than yours."
