Fwd: The Harley Davidson
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 in Heaven."
Arthur thought about it for a minute and 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, "Yep, 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 said, "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, and
said, "hold on."
And 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 statistics, more men are riding my invention
than yours."
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 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, "Yep, 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 said, "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, and
said, "hold on."
And 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 statistics, more men are riding my invention
than yours."
