Excerto de Vineland (p.37)

"Frenesi had ridden into his life like a whole gang of outlaws. He felt like a schoolmarm. He was working gypsy construction jobs by day and palying at night with the Corvairs, never anyplace near the surf but inland, for this sun-beat farm country had always welcomed them, beer riders of the valleys having found strange affinities with surfers and their music. Besides a common interest in beer, members of both subcultures, wether up on a board or behind a 409, shared the terrors and ecstasies of the passive, taken rider, as if a car engine held encapsulated something likewise organic and mighty - a technowave, belonging to distant others as the surf belongs to the sea, bought into by the riders strictly as-is. on the other part's terms. Surfer's rode God's ocean, beer riders rode the momentum through the years of the auto industry's will."

Thomas Pynchon (2000) Vineland. Vintage, London.