The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle,
Arthur Davidson, died and went to heaven.
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 that you can
hang out with anyone you want to in heaven.'
Arthur thought about it for a minute and the n 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 the Harley-Davidson
Arthur said, 'Yeah, 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 was a bit embarrassed, but finally spoke,
'Excuse me, but aren't you the inventor of woman?'
You want courage
I'll show you courage you can't understand
The pearl and silver
Resting on my night table
It's just me lord, pray I'm able
I am the nothing man.
-- Bruce Springstein