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 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, "Okay, so you were the one who invented the  Harley-Davidson motorcycle?"
Arthur said,  "Yeah, that's 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 a bit 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 major design flaws in your invention!

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

2. It chatters constantly at high speeds.

3. Most rear ends are too soft and wobble about too much.

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

5. The maintenance costs are outrageous!!!!

"Hmmmmm, you may 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.

"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."