Harleys

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Subject: Harleys



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 that 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 recognised Arthur and commented, "Okay, so you were the one
who invented the Harley Davidson motorcycle?" Arthur said, "Yeah, 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 spoke.
"Excuse me, but aren't you the inventor of women?" God said, "Ah yes"
"Well" said Arthur. "Professional to professional, you too have some
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.

"Hmmm, you may have some good points there", replies 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".



Jim