for the Harley lovers
Posted: November 15, 2004 3:51 pm
The inventor of the Harley Davidson Motorcycle Corporation, 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 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 motorcycles, eh?!"
Arthur said, "Ya, 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, "Ah, 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 protrusion; 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 outrageous!!
"Hmmmm, you may have some good points there," replied God, "hold
on."
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.
"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".
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 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 motorcycles, eh?!"
Arthur said, "Ya, 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, "Ah, 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 protrusion; 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 outrageous!!
"Hmmmm, you may have some good points there," replied God, "hold
on."
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.
"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".
