Disclaimers: Once again, SG-1, Dale Earnhardt Jr, Michael Waltrip, Jimmie Johnson, and Jeff Gordon do not belong to me. I'm a poor college student. There's no point in suing me.

A/N: Here's the second chapter! Boy, this is making it a lot easier to write when I realize people are actually reading it!

"SWEET!" was the reaction from the colonel, heard through every headset at the track.

The 8 car heading up onto the banking, into turn one. It looked like the car was going to hit the wall. It tore through the corner, inches away from destruction. As the car headed towards the backstretch, it was still picking up speed.

"So, colonel, what do you think so far? Is this as exciting as you thought it would be?" asked Jr.

"You do this for 500 laps!"

"Yes, sir. Unfortunately, I only have permission for 10 laps for you."

"There's no unfortunate there! I feel like my brain's being squeezed out my ears!"

A definite female laugh came over the headsets. "Is the big, bad colonel admitting he can't do something?"

"Carter!" came the answer. Somehow, the colonel managed to shout and grit his teeth at the same time. "You just wait until you're in one of these! It's a lot different on the other side of the door, uh, window!"

By this time, the car was on its fifth lap, and up to full speed. The advertisements lining the walls of Daytona couldn't be seen clearly anymore. Everything was a blur. The colonel didn't know how anyone could do this for 10 laps, let alone 500. And with 42 other crazy drivers!

Jack was terrified. Jack was out of his mind with excitement. Nothing could pass this feeling. At one point in his life, the colonel thought battling the goa'uld was the ultimate adrenaline high. Not anymore.

After five more laps, Jr finally started to slow the car, but passed the entrance to pit road. Jack gave Jr a look of horror and excitement, which the driver couldn't see through the helmet. The colonel knew exactly what they were going to do, and he wasn't sure what his reaction would be when all was said and done.

By the time the car reached the start/finish line, it was still going well over 60 miles an hour. Nevertheless, Jr shot a look at the colonel, and turned the steering wheel sharply to the left. There was a shout somewhere from the passenger's side as the car started doing donuts through the infield.

After the car slowed considerably, Jr made his way to pit road. As the car came to a stop for the first time in several minutes, there was absolutely no movement from the passenger side of the car.

Daniel looked over pit road with a worried expression on his face. "Uh, guys? Jack's not moving."

"It's probably nothing to worry about, Dr. Jackson." said Jimmie. "I know I was in shock after my first time at Daytona. He'll be alright as soon as his feet are on solid ground."

Everyone in the announcer's booth looked on pit road at the now still car. Crew members for the number 8 team rushed out to release both men from their restraints. Jr climbed out of the window with ease, and walked over to the passenger side of the car. At that point, Colonel O'Neill decided to jump out of the car. Everyone looked on as the now animated colonel was nearly doing cartwheels in the infield.

"So, colonel, how did you like the ride?" asked Jeff a few minutes later.

"Peachy." came the reply. Everyone stared at him. "Ok! It was a huge, honkin' adrenaline rush, alright!"

"So…" cut in Mikey, in the uneasy silence after the colonel's remark. "Who's up for the next ride?"

Daniel took a step back. Sam took a step forward. Teal'c stayed where he was. Everyone was laughing at the varied reactions. Daniel looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole, Sam was looking like she wanted to drive the car herself, and Teal'c? Well, Teal'c looked like his normal, stoic self.

"Well, it looks like Sam wants to ride next." said Daniel. "But who's she gonna ride with?"

The three remaining drivers looked at each other and shrugged. "I'm taking Daniel, so it's between Jeff and Jimmie." said Mikey. The other two drivers again looked at each other and shrugged.

Mikey looked over at the two Hendricks drivers. "Jeff, why don't you drive with the major, since you've been in racing a little longer? You can explain the nuances of the car to her, and Jimmie can drive with Teal'c."

Again, the glances to each other and the shrugs. "In that case Major, it looks like you and I are up for a ride." stated Jeff. "Let's head on down to pit road."

Everyone watched and laughed as Sam nearly raced Jeff down the stairs in her eagerness to get to the car.

A/N: I tried to make it longer, really, I did! I put off sociology homework to do this, but that won't happen too many times. And again, finals are coming up, so updates should be on a weekly basis.

Oh, I don't have a beta yet. Any volunteers?