The inventor of the Harley Davidson Motorcycle Corporation, Arthur Davidson, died and went to heaven. At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur,&quot;Since you&#039;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.&quot;<br /><br />Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, &quot;I want to hang out with God.&quot;<br /><br />St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him to God. God recognized Arthur and commented, &quot;Okay, so you were the one who invented motorcycles, eh?!&quot;<br /><br />Arthur said, &quot;Yea, that&#039;s me...&quot;<br /><br />God commented, &quot;Well, what&#039;s the big deal in inventing something that&#039;s pretty unstable, makes noise and pollution, and can&#039;t run without a road?!&quot;<br /><br />Arthur was apparently embarrassed, but finally spoke, &quot;Excuse me but aren&#039;t you the inventor of woman???&quot; God said, &quot;Ah, yes.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Well,&quot; said Arthur, professional to professional, you have some major design flaws in your invention.<br /><br />1. There&#039;s too much inconsistency in the front-end protrusion;<br /><br />2. It chatters constantly at high speeds;<br /><br />3. Most of the rear ends are too soft and wobble too much;<br /><br />4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust;<br /><br />5. And the maintenance costs are outrageous!!<br /><br />&quot;Hmmmm, you may have some good points there,&quot; replied God,&quot;hold on.&quot; 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.<br /><br />&quot;Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed,&quot; God said to Arthur, &quot;but according to these numbers, more men are riding my invention than yours.&quot;<br /><br /><br />

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