The little car made its way out of the town into the country beyond.

Happy days, when a car still made you a king.

He saw the car make a second pass while they were playing.

The car made its way toward the dinner, and the news media began to leave.

My car didn't make much of a difference down there.

A car could make time on that road, and this would be important.

However this car did not make production, only 3 being made.

The car had made a trip to the top, only to come down.

I don't believe my brother's car will make him happy.

He could have done it even if the two cars in question had been the same year, make, model, and color.