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michelin
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Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
Word definitions in Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
type of tires, 1902, from French motor vehicle manufacturers André (1853-1931) and Édouard (1859-1940) Michelin , who first made the tires.
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Michelin ( or ; ; full name: ) is a French tire manufacturer based in Clermont-Ferrand in the Auvergne région of France. It is one of the three largest tire manufacturers in the world along with Bridgestone and Goodyear . In addition to the Michelin brand, ...
Usage examples of michelin.
Those facing serious felonies will rely on the Michelin restaurant guide for five-star selections, and hope that their judge is hungry.
Billy Dukes had blown up too, his arms and legs sticking straight out from his torso like the Michelin man in those old advertisements.
HVM shot and a one-legged support troop, wearing a bulbous suit of armor that made him look like the Michelin Man, were crawling along a shallow trench from position to position, feeding power to the suits from the surviving antimatter power packs.
His cropped, thinning brown hair was covered by a dark-blue woolen hat, and the old Soviet Army body armor he wore under his down jacket made him look like the Michelin man.
While Sergei had gone for the Michelin man look, I was very much the businessman: single-breasted suit, jacket one size up, dark-gray overcoat, black woolen scarf and thin leather gloves, and the stress to match.
She was still in the sari and her fat rolls made me think of the Michelin tire guy.
I leaned back and surveyed the empty wine bottles and the full ashtrays and wondered how I could get a job as a Michelin Guide inspector.
Then cooking to Michelin star standard becomes as easy as making shepherd's pie: easier, in fact, as do not need to peel potatoes, merely confit them in goose fat.
I don't know what happened next exactly, but suddenly Harvey - still in shirt-sleeves, with the wind inflating him like a Michelin man - was running.
I got a Michelin map of the Sahara from Stanfords map shop, strapped a few jerry cans to the side of the bike, packed up some camping gear and set off on a freezing April morning for Africa.