The inventor of Harley Davidson Motorcycles died and went to heaven.

At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur, "since you're motorcycles have made
people happy, 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, "Yes, 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 embarrassed, says, "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!!

"Hmmmm, 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."