A biker was riding on a highway along a California beach when
>suddenly the sky clouded above his head and, in a booming voice, the Lord said:
> "Because you have tried to be faithful to me in all ways, I will
>grant you one wish."
>
> The biker pulled over and said: "Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can
>ride over anytime I want."
>
> The Lord said, "Your request is materialistic, think of the enormous
>challenges for that kind of undertaking. The supports required would
>reach the bottom of the Pacific! The concrete and steel it would take!
>It will nearly exhaust several natural resources. I can do it, but it
>is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things.
>
> Take a little more time and think of something that would honor and
>glorify me."
>
> The biker thought about it for a long time. Finally he said, "Lord,
>I wish that I could understand my wife. I want to know how she feels
>inside, what she's thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why
>she cries, what she means when she says nothings wrong, and how I can
>make a woman truly happy."
>
> The Lord replied, "You want two lanes or four on that bridge?"
