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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 with God."

St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room and introduced him to God.

God recognized Arthur and commented, "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 caught off guard, but finally he said, "Excuse me, but aren't You the
inventor of woman?"

God said, "Yes."

"Well," said Arthur, "professional to professional, You have some major design
flaws in Your invention:
- There's too much inconsistency in the front-end protrusions;
- It chatters constantly at high speeds;
- Most of the rear ends are too soft and wobble too much;
- The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust;
- And the maintenance costs are enormous!"

"Hmmmmm, 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."

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