Peaches O Malley
07-09-2008, 11:03 PM
Harley Davidson and God
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 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, '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, '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 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.'
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 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, '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, '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 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.'