It's quite a bad joke but here it goes...
> The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson, died
went to heaven.
> At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur, "Since you've been such a good
and your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is, you can
out with anyone you want in Heaven." Arthur thought about it for a
and then said, "I want to hang out with God."
> St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him to God.
recognised Arthur and commented, "Okay, so you were the one who
motorcycles, eh?" Arthur said, "Yeah, that's me..." God commented:
what's the big deal in inventing something that's pretty unstable,
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
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
for the results. The computer printed out a slip of paper and God read
> "Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed," God said to
"but according to these numbers, more men are riding my invention than