I was living in a farm, run by its members, like a cooperative. It was probably, actually a cooperative.
We set our own rules, and as part of that, I had contributed to the preparation of the rules. Some of those rules now meant that the son of one of the farm residents and coop members could use my bike. No one else apart of myself could use it, but because of some interpretation of the rules, this boy, and only he, could use my bike.
He did use it a few times, and on one occasion I looked at him, to see how he was looking after it, and he was carrying it upside down, dragging it along with its wheels up, but it still made the same noise it would make if carried properly.