So, when Arthur Davidson died, he obviously went to heaven.
After all his invention let so many of us bikers see the joy of heaven, here on Earth itself!
Right at the gate, St. Peter welcomed Mr. Davidson, and told him, “Since you’ve been a good gentleman and made something the mankind loves so deeply, you get to hand out with any person of your choosing in Heaven!”
For many of us, the answer to that question would probably be our favorite musician, director, actor, or sportsman. But, Mr. Davidson isn’t just one of us common folks. So, he says to St. Peter, “Okay then, I want to hang out with God himself!”
St. Peter was a little reluctant at first, but then took Mr. Davidson straight to the Chamber with the Golden Throne. There, God was sitting in all his glory and charisma, enjoying a feasty supper.
As Mr. Davidson approached, God, God told him, “You’re the guy who invented Harleys, right?”
To this Mr. Davidson, “Ohh yes, Sir. I’m glad you recognize me”.
To this God replies, “Well of course, I had to recognize you. You’re the man who got to meet me, and all you did was make something that makes a lot of noise, is pretty unstable, and can’t even run without a road”.
Mr. Davidson was a little embarrassed at first. But then, after about half a minute, he came up with the best possible reply. He said to God, “Well, aren’t you the guy who made women?”
God said, “Of course, I am.”
Mr. Davidson, then says, “Well, I’ve got a list of flaws with your making too!”
God says, “Okay, go ahead”.
Mr. Davidson continues:
1. There’s too much inconsistency in the front-end protrusions;
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 enormous!
At first, God was a little taken aback by Mr. Davidson’s wit. He also waits for about half a minute without reacting. He then leaves his throne and heads straight to the Holy Supercomputer.
After a few minutes, he returns with a sheet of paper. He hands it to Mr. Davidson, and says, “Well, according to the latest stats, more people are still riding my invention than yours!”