May shook her head. "No I don't believe I have." She took the spare helmet and put it on her head, clipping it into place. She waited for him to get on the bike, once he did, she wrapped her arms around his stomach and watched as his friends took care of the lifeless body that once was a human being. She never understood biker gangs. She realized that some came from troubling homes and terrible pasts, but she always thought that those kinds of things were easily fixed by love, not violence. She wasn't a hippie, but she didn't like violence. She was just a sweet girl with good intentions in all fairness.