1990, Thomas Pynchon, Vineland, Vintage 2000, p. 55:
[...]and quickly, in an arc unexpectedly graceful, they had all turned outward, tached up, engaged, and like a time machine departing for the future, forever too soon for Zoyd, boomed away up the thin, cloudpressed lane.
2009, Thomas Pynchon, Inherent Vice, Vintage 2010, p. 245:
Tito tached up and dropped into low, leaving a fragrant set of tracks a block long and a screech that could be heard halfway to Boulder Dam.