Daimler

Carrying his Steyr Daimler rifle, Ali creeps through the dark corridors of an abandoned house.

She arranged to meet his plane on his return from foreign trips in her Daimler limousine.

Chrysler nearly escaped its Sisyphean fate, with a hastily arranged “merger of equals” a decade ago, to Daimler-Benz.

Not to be outdone in collective dumbness, the smart people at Daimler had paid $36 billion for Chrysler in 1998.

The car was a two-seater Daimler with a yellow body and a hood.

A Peugot carriage, fitted with a Daimler engine, followed next, and then a Panhard.

Mr. Fentolin, a strange little figure lying back among the cushions of the great Daimler, raised his hat and waved it to them.

The power unit was a 40 horse-power Daimler motor, driving two propellers and giving a maximum speed of 26 miles per hour.

One—two—three horrible seconds dragged by, and then the Daimler-Benz engine in the nose caught in a mighty thunder of sound.