The inventor of Harley Davidson Motorcycles, Arthur Davidson, dies and goes to heaven.
At the door, St. Peter tells Arthur:
- "Since you have been a good man and your bikes have changed the world, your reward will be to meet God directly"
God recognizes Arthur and comments:
- "So, you are the inventor of the Harley Davidson motorcycle!"
Arthur says:
- "Yes it's me..."
God comments:
- "Well, there is nothing to be proud of for having invented something that is unstable, makes a lot of noise, pollutes outrageously and can not even work without a way ?!"
Arthur is embarrassed for a moment but ends up saying:
- "Excuse me, but are not you the inventor of the woman?"
God says:
- "Ah yes!"
"Well," says Arthur, "from professional to professional, you have serious design flaws in your invention:
1. There is no consistency in the design of the front bumper;
2. It slams and it constantly snaps at high speed;
3. The back is too soft and jerks too much.
4. The entrance is placed too close to the exit.
5. And the maintenance costs are excessive. "
"Hmmmm, you have good points there" replies God, "Wait!"
God goes to his celestial computer and says a few words.
The computer prints the results and God reads them to Arthur:
"It's true that there are defects in my invention," says God, "but according to a survey, there are more men who ride my invention than yours!"