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Harley Davidson

The Harley-Davidson Facts8 V; X' u  \8 `: }
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5 l+ |9 Y' i8 ~, P# kThe inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson, died and went to heaven.
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* a! n8 ^% \; R1 p. oAt 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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Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, 'I want to hang out with God.'
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( ~! r" K1 @) Y( JSt. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him to God.7 x4 R1 B1 S. I1 j
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God recognized Arthur and commented, 'Okay, so you were the one who invented the Harley-Davidson motorcycle?'
, p4 x2 n2 _7 m! O9 R, K* ]Arthur said, 'Yeah, that's me...'
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5 F! q& y7 y8 lGod 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?'$ h" Q+ R7 m% V$ w
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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.'$ d8 \" D  o- k) g
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'Well,' said Arthur, 'professional to professional, you have some major design flaws in your invention!
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+ b% D! k+ }3 U& D3 L0 H9 X1. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end suspension
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  l6 U. f/ S$ K( ~( A$ g2. It chatters constantly at high speeds
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3. Most rear ends are too soft and wobble about too much( a7 R! Z* ], g$ Y7 A& j5 a

9 \. u* h, C  `4 [0 o: [- k3 L4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust3 Y: [) q" Y2 v9 `2 q3 a+ j' z

- d0 O1 O6 D$ W4 f8 S5 J% v5. 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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/ A. Q9 g) S% _% q% ^3 G% n& }- FGod went to his Celestial supercomputer, typed in a few words and waited for the results.7 c, ~+ ]$ J, E2 B% Q$ v/ O

" z1 q8 F4 F" S, pThe computer printed out a slip of paper and God read it.+ ^) \  W- ^. w: n9 _* p9 Y
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'Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed,' God said to Arthur, 'but+ U6 H- Z6 i3 q8 N. b1 q
according to these numbers, more men are riding my invention than yours.'

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