Arther Davidson

[Red Shoes]

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 to 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, "Ah, so you were the one who invented the
Harley-Davidson motorcycle?"

Arthur said, "Yeah, that was 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, " Yes, that was me."

"Well ," said Arthur, "professional to professional, you really have some
major design flaws in your invention:-

1. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end protrusion.

2. It chatters constantly at any speed.

3. Most rear ends are too soft and wobble too much, then they sag after a
few years.

4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust.

5. They cost a fortune to decorate and customize.

6. The lifetime maintenance costs are totally outrageous!!!!

"Hmmmmm, you 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.
Then he turned to Arthur:

"Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed," God said, "but according to
these numbers, billions more men are riding my invention than yours."