As a teenager I had a tiny little 1100cc old banger of a car. (Anyone remember the Austin 1100 like the one Basil Fawlty/John Cleese gives a "damned good thrashing" in Fawlty Towers?)
I was quite happy to pick up people for meetings and take them in the ministry. But I also had a Honda 750cc motorbike which if I had no-one to pick up for the meeting on a warm summer's day I would ride to the hall and this really irritated my group overseer.
He would often make snide remarks about bikers being rebellious and danger-seeking. The elders even announced that those with motorbikes (that was directed only at me) needed to park at the bottom of the car park so that we didn't take up a car space. Trouble was the bottom of the car park was soft ground and the bike's side stand would dig in and make the bike unstable so I disobeyed.
However we had a circuit overseer who was working with me and he confided that he had a Honda CX500 tourer and he loved bikes and his advice was to "respectfully ignore" this particular brother. His bike was parked at the circuit flat next to a Kingdom hall shared by 3 congregations.
Word soon got around and the next time this brother had a go at me I just asked him if he would be counselling the CO about his motorbike? Silence and a red face was the response.