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Harley Davidson

The Harley-Davidson Facts0 h( A$ ]2 y8 O  E) P8 m$ i
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& F9 ]/ B6 F0 \5 u& h; V8 D) HThe inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson, died and went to heaven.
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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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Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, 'I want to hang out with God.'7 p, I0 g8 Y) q# ]% t* d, |

" q$ z: v" D$ v3 \& _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?'
  _; G5 ?5 m% X% T% b% {! H/ YArthur 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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& v: }" @+ r) l( jArthur was a bit embarrassed, but finally spoke, 'Excuse me, but aren't you the inventor of woman?'& o* @' @3 x+ i9 X8 c$ I
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God said, 'Ah, yes.'
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'Well,' said Arthur, 'professional to professional, you have some major design flaws in your invention!
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2 n0 L( z, I$ k' s1. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end suspension
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1 f# `) C( M  G2. It chatters constantly at high speeds8 [* N- d8 y, v: }

; g  F! D# G2 a# ?3. Most rear ends are too soft and wobble about too much
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9 C2 \- T" \/ Z7 |- S/ \0 }4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust
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5. The maintenance costs are outrageous!!!!( n  }7 @* H$ s

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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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The computer printed out a slip of paper and God read it.
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9 Q, s* b$ d6 J5 T0 v& Q'Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed,' God said to Arthur, 'but+ D3 i$ H) \- W( r6 ^* I2 `
according to these numbers, more men are riding my invention than yours.'

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