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 will be to hang out with anyone you want in Heaven."

Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, "I want to hang

outwith 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 apparently embarrassed, but finally spoke, "Excuse me,

but aren't you the inventor of woman?"

God said, "Mm, yes."

Well," said Arthur, "professional to professional, you have some

major design flaws in your invention:

There 's too much inconsistency in the front-end protrusion;

It chatters constantly at high speeds;

Most of the rear ends are too soft and wobble too much;

The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust;

And the maintenance costs are outrageous!!"

Hmmmm, you may 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."

Okay, okay, it's a good 'un!