And a good entry to Story Time...
Long ago and far away (like mid- or late-1980's), my dad was a member of the BMW Car Club in Texas where I grew up.
They had taken a little road trip (~225 miles each way) down to Austin to get some BBQ and the caravan of 11 cars was tearing up the two-lane back roads, averaging probably 100 MPH, when they passed an off-duty cop who decided he was going to pull them over. In his big US-made sedan of some sort, which had a bored out motor so it was ~400 cubic inches or something ridiculous like that.
He never had a chance, but he did have a radio, so he radios ahead and the cops set a road block at the next town up the road, Lampasas, Texas, and pulled the whole crew over. Everybody immediately jumped out of their cars, 11 of them figured out who among them could most afford the hit on their driving record for a ticket, and they said they were the ones who were driving.
The cops admitted that they didn't have a radar reading showing how fast they were going, but they had the word of the off-duty cop who'd radioed ahead (and eventually caught up to them at the road block) to let them know he'd been unable to keep up, and so they knew they *must* have been going waaaay too fast.
The lead car of the group was a (not that old at the time) was a debadged and heavily modified (like...track-grade modified) 2002 ti. It was a beast. But it was a beast with a 2 liter engine. After the off duty cop gave his version of events, the owner of the 2002 lifted the hood to show the little tiny 2.0 engine, which to the uninitiated just looked like a little tiny engine.
His counter-argument was, "Do you really think this little tiny motor could outrun that big ol' upgraded V8?"
And they bought it. For reals. Everyone got off with a warning.
And thus was the legend (at least in those circles for a few years) of The Lampasas Eleven born.