Well there's the old one about the American farmer, holidaying in the U.K. and boasting over a drink in a village pub about how much bigger his farm was than the small local farms were....
"If I got into my truck and set off driving in any direction, it would take me till sundown to reach the boundary of my farm!"

"Aye!" said the wrinkled old farmer sitting by the fire, "I used to have a truck like that!"