When Arthur Davidson died, he came to Peter at the gates of heaven. When recorded, Petrus said: “You were always a good person and built these great motorcycles that brought so much to the world. Now, my son, you can choose who you want to spend your time with here in heaven.”

“With God,” Arthur said shortly and he was taken to the boss’s office. Once there, Arthur said, “Aren’t you the inventor of woman?”

God answers, “Yes, sure!”

“All right,” says Arthur, “let’s be honest from master to master, there are a few major design flaws in your invention: firstly, there is too much inconsistency in the surface curvature, secondly, it constantly rattles at maximum speed, thirdly, most of the rear parts are too soft and wobble way too much. Fourthly, the intake is too close to the exhaust and finally the maintenance costs are outrageously high.”

God thinks for a moment, looks Arthur up and down, goes to his laptop, types in a few numbers and waits a moment.
Then he says: “True, but according to my statistics, more men ride my invention than yours!”