>> The Motorcycle
>>
>> 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
>> 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 motorcycles, eh?" 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 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 major 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!"
>>
>>
>> "Hmmm, 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 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

thats good, I've heard one close to this before.

according to these numbers, more men are riding my
>> invention than yours

sometimes I wondered in Ky as many Hardly's were on the road. :)

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Ky :lol:

We spend nine months trying to get out and the rest of our lives trying to get back in. :roll:

That's cause with bikes likes these, we don't need you anymore. My husband's car got my pants off before he did, got me off first too, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Borla! And when I got my bike, well, lets just say I had to agree to let him finish me from now on, or the sledgehammer was comin out.

:P

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