<em>Crash at the bar with the ladies</em><br/><br/>The strong silent type was a good description of how Crash could be at times.  His lips parted as he began to ponder an answer for Danica's question.  As he planned his words carefully, Spencer slid him a beer.  With a polite nod and smile, his fingers wrapped around the neck and lifted it to his lips.  The bottle landed on the counter top.<strong>"Not yet."</strong>He shrugged his shoulders as he took another swig of beer.<strong>"Probably Soon"</strong>Out of all the ladies, Crash was sweet on Danica.  The ends of his lips curled slightly into a simple smile.<br/><br/>As the ladies continue their chatting, Crash sat peacefully sipping on his beer.  This was the life, beer, broads, bikes, brothers.  It was a good decision to come to Miami, sunny for the most of the year and long stretches of highway and flat land.  He breathed a satisfying sigh and took another swig.<br/><br/>