I call these “Automotive Tom Swifties”:
“Sure, I’ll drive that small Chevy; I really don’t care,” he said cavalierly.
“The only thing I want in life is a small Ford economy car,” he said, focused.
“Hooray! I finally have saved enough money to buy a British sports car!” he said triumphantly.
“I’ll save you by driving you to safety in my Dodge,” he said intrepidly.
“If I double-park my Honda, it would clog up traffic and inconvenience the other townspeople,” he said, civic-mindedly.
“Let me open the door of my Mitsubishi for you,” he said galantly.
“I insist that is my Honda,” he said accentedly.
“I really enjoy my Dodge sedan,” he said spiritedly.
“We approve of this Buick,” said her majesty regally.
“People see me in my compact Dodge everywhere,” he said omnipresently.
“Hey, how much will that sporty Ford cost?” he probed.
Can anyone else add to the list?