Disclaimers: I wish they belonged to me, but they don't. If they did, I'd be writing this fic from the house that I shared with Dale Earnhardt, Jr.

A/N: Here we go again! Let's see what kind of trouble Carter can get into in a racecar. Beware, since Carter's in the car, technobabble is rampant. Also beware, all the technobabble I know is from NASCAR races. Some of it may be a bit off.

A/N 2: Not beta'd (is that a word?), so any and all mistakes are mine.

A/N 3: gater62 said I should have put in Matt Kenseth. He will be making an appearance. Any other requests for a specific driver? I'll do my best to work them in.

Now it was Sam's turn to slobber over a car – the number 24 car. She even insisted the crew raise the hood, so she could see the inner workings of the car. "You still use a carburetor? I thought all cars had gone to fuel injectors!" Before anyone could answer, she continued with her ramblings. "Oh, for crying out loud, where did they put the battery?" She straightened up suddenly. "Holy Hannah, I said a Jackism!"

Jeff gave Sam an odd look as he walked slowly over to her. "Do you want to look at the car or ride in it?"

Sam looked at him with a grin. "Well, I want to drive it, but that isn't gonna happen. So, I guess I'll get in the passenger side."

"Let's get going, then, shall we?"

Sam eased herself in the window. "Wow!" She started climbing into the back of the car. "What do these tubes do?"

Jeff caught the back of her shirt and pulled her back into the seat. "Why don't we go for the ride first, then explore the car, hmm?"

He was still laughing at her enthusiasm as he pulled on his helmet. After a few moments both Sam and Jeff were belted in. "Wave to your friends in the booth, Major, because here we GO!"

With that, the car roared to life, and started down pit road.

The people in the announcer's booth all looked down as the car started accelerating off of pit road. Daniel looked relieved. "So the cars don't have to go as fast as Junior did! Thank God."

"But Dannyboy, that takes all the fun out of it! Going fast was the best part!"

"Oh, and you were having fun when your brains were being squeezed out your ears! But, considering you LIKE this, whether you had brains to begin with is in question."

As Jack put an offended look on his face, Junior spoke up. "It's an acquired taste. You either love it or hate it."

"Alright, enough chatter campers! Let's watch Sam."

Again, all eyes turned to the track.

"Holy Hannah!" Nobody could see it, but Sam had a grin a mile wide. "I see what you mean, Colonel! I feel like I'm pushing through the back of the seat! This is a blast!"

She watched for a minute as the wall seemed to jump at her. Physically, she knew it wasn't possible, but that didn't stop her from leaning away. "This is incredible! The centrifugal forces are more massive than I expected!"

She heard Daniel laughing at her over the headset. "Sam! Relax! Enjoy the ride, and stop analyzing everything!"

At that point, the rear of the car wiggled. Sam immediately reached her hands out for one of the many protruding bars to steady herself. "What was that?"

Jeff's eyes stayed right on the track. "That was one of the more common conditions with a racecar. There are two main ones: loose and tight. Tight is when the car doesn't want to turn in the corners. It can get rather messy. Loose is what we just experienced. The rear end of the car starts turning before the front end. The result if you don't correct in time is a spin – hopefully not in front of a bunch of other cars."

Jimmie's voice immediately came over their headsets. "Jeff, do you need to bring it in? You were heading sideways for a minute."

"We're ok. It wasn't as bad as it looked. Besides," he said with a glance at Sam, "we're not even at full speed yet."

"What are we waiting for then?" she shot back. "Put this puppy in gear and GO!"

"Yes, ma'am!" The car shot into the corner.

Jack looked worriedly on the track. "Are you all sure it's safe? I don't want to risk my team's safety."

"Colonel!" Everyone in the room jumped at the sound of the very angry Major. "I am a major in the United States Air Force. I believe I can take care of myself, thank you very much!"

"Oh, she's not a happy camper." muttered Daniel.

"Indeed."

The 24 car roared around the last corner. "Yeah! We won the Daytona 500!"

"What!"

"Jeff!"

"Sorry, guys, strong feeling of déjà vu."

Sam was sitting in the passenger seat, laughing at the interaction between the drivers when Jeff spoke. "Major, do you want to do something similar to the donuts that Colonel O'Neill experienced?"

"Ya think?" Sam grimaced. Jackisms were becoming part of her daily vocabulary.

"In that case, let's try a burnout."

As Sam gave him an excited look, he slowly nosed the car up to the wall. As soon as the front of the car touched the wall, he pushed on the gas. Smoke filled the air as the back tires tried to push the car through the wall. The engine roared. The tires squealed. The entire car shook with differing forces. It was a complete overload of the senses.

After what seemed like an eternity, but in actuality was only a minute or so, Jeff let off the gas, and the car slowly rolled away from the wall. Sam shook her head to clear the cobwebs and glanced over at the driver. "Let's do that again!"

"Major!"

Sam sat straight up in the seat. "Sir!"

"It's time to come back, Major. Besides, you want to see Danny's face when he heads down for his ride, don't you?"

An evil grin covered Sam's face. "Yes, sir!"

The silence over the headsets was broken by a single word. "Jaack!"

"So, Daniel," Sam said a few minutes later, "are you looking forward to your ride?" Daniel glowered at her.

Mikey stepped in. "Oh, ease up on him. I'll take it easy during your ride, Dr. Jackson."

"It's Daniel. If you're going to terrorize me at 180 miles an hour, then at least call me by my first name."

After everybody got in a few chuckles, Mikey motioned towards the door. "Shall we, Dr. Ja – I mean Daniel?"

Daniel let out a sigh, and headed out the door. As he was walking down the stairs Sam summed up everybody's feelings in one sentence. "Oh, he's not a happy camper."

A/N: Woohoo! My first 1,000 word chapter! I again put off sociology homework to do this – anybody noticing a pattern here? Sorry, scottiedog, but fics are more interesting than learning about the McDonaldization of American culture (my teachers words, not mine).