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Harley Davidson

The Harley-Davidson Facts, [' Q2 U# d: L& D

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  @' F: G7 T; T) M% i7 x8 DThe inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson, died and went to heaven.9 z" b; i! r: R1 r* z
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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.'
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; h2 q: s4 p5 i  v% j/ k7 P) x8 h  \Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, 'I want to hang out with God.': o$ S: T+ D% A$ X0 p
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St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him to God.
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God recognized Arthur and commented, 'Okay, so you were the one who invented the Harley-Davidson motorcycle?'
2 h' Q! o7 n' }" ^$ MArthur said, 'Yeah, that's me...'
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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?'
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Arthur was a bit embarrassed, but finally spoke, 'Excuse me, but aren't you the inventor of woman?'
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God said, 'Ah, yes.'
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' [. V1 B/ T( P) C'Well,' said Arthur, 'professional to professional, you have some major design flaws in your invention!" ~- Y8 g# o/ k
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1. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end suspension
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% h" v" V# f8 Y+ u* x2. It chatters constantly at high speeds% s+ e- j5 L# m1 _' I$ N  @, T
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3. Most rear ends are too soft and wobble about too much7 {/ N7 ~! `# O5 S2 L) w/ g! T

4 y2 v: @& ?1 F, A3 R1 F- j7 D4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust
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5. The maintenance costs are outrageous!!!!
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'Hmmmmm, you may have some good points there,' replied God, 'hold on.'
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God went to his Celestial supercomputer, typed in a few words and waited for the results.
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8 }5 ?+ m! U* O0 iThe computer printed out a slip of paper and God read it.# O! [% G# e& w" z# A

- _6 X  ]' s( F" D* ~0 q'Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed,' God said to Arthur, 'but
' z7 ]: h) K& z% |6 H/ ]according to these numbers, more men are riding my invention than yours.'

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