When I was stationed at RAF Lakenheath, I was doing a post check at the main gate one afternoon and a van drove up to the gate. It was the detection van demanding access to our housing area for a check. I immediately told them how I felt with the licensing fees, and pointed to the turn-around lane. The MOD cop with me started laughing and bought me a beer at the pub later that night...”you got brass balls mate!”
Lol!