>> An inventor of the Harley-Davidson
>> motorcycle, Arthur Davidson, died and went to
>> heaven.
>> At
>> the pearly 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 this 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,
>> "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 the
>> woman?"
>> God said,
>> "Yes."
>> "Well,"
>> said Arthur, "professional to professional, you have
>> some major design flaws in your invention
>> too:
>> 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 supercomputer, typed in some key 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
>> motorcycle, Arthur Davidson, died and went to
>> heaven.
>> At
>> the pearly 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 this 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,
>> "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 the
>> woman?"
>> God said,
>> "Yes."
>> "Well,"
>> said Arthur, "professional to professional, you have
>> some major design flaws in your invention
>> too:
>> 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 supercomputer, typed in some key 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
