A/N: This is getting fun. Even I don't know where this story is heading! Well, it's Danny's turn. I wonder what kind of fun we're gonna have this chapter! Oh, and imagine Mikey still drives the 15 car, and he and Junior are still teammates. I'm still mad they broke up the dream team. :( Also, if ya'll have a request for a specific driver to be put in the story, just let me know! I'll try to work them in. Oh, not beta'd, so any mistakes are mine.

Daniel stood on pit road in a very familiar position. He was standing off to the side of everyone else, alone, with his arms wrapped around his chest. He was not looking forward to this. After a few minutes, he worked up enough nerve to walk over to the car. He took a few seconds to look over what was to be his prison for the next 10 laps. It was a car. A car with metal poles and tubes in odd places in the interior, and a weird looking seat. Daniel took a deep breath and turned to face Mikey. He had been waiting patiently the entire time Daniel worked up his nerves.

"Daniel? Are you ready?"

"No. But if I don't do this, Jack's never gonna let me hear the end of it. Let's get it over with."

Mikey shot him a look. "Daniel. I know you think you aren't gonna like this, but give it a chance. It's a new experience. Besides, if your only experience in fast driving was the colonel, then I can guarantee this will be safer."

Daniel gave a short laugh. "You've got a point there. Ok. Let's do it."

Mikey gave him a huge grin. "That's more like it! Let's get this show on the road, boys!"

With that, the pit crew jumped to work strapping the two men into the car.

Jack was staring out the window. "I don't know about this, guys. Maybe we shouldn't have pushed him into this."

Junior stepped up next to Jack. "At least he's getting in the car. If he really didn't want to do this, he wouldn't get in."

SG-1 stared down at the track as their Spacemonkey was strapped into the number 15 car. They were suddenly very nervous. Daniel wasn't an adrenaline junkie like the rest of them. He also seemed to attract accidents like a magnet. Was this latest idea just asking for trouble?

Mikey looked over at his passenger. "Are you ready?"

Daniel stared at him. "I'm strapped in a machine that's about to go 160 miles an hour. All I can do is hang on. I have no control over where we go, how fast we go, or when we stop. Yeah, I'm ready."

"Alright, then, let's hit it!" Mikey stepped on the gas, and they accelerated off pit lane.

All that could be heard from the passenger side was one phrase, repeated over and over. "Oh god, oh god, oh god…"

The car kept picking up speed as it moved into turn one. After they finished the first lap, Daniel felt himself starting to relax. This really wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Jack's driving scared him worse than this. Mikey was laying off the accelerator, taking it easy until Daniel was ready. If that moment ever came.

"Whoops!"

Daniel's helmet turned towards the driver. "Whoops! I don't want to hear 'whoops!' Whoops is a very bad thing to say while you're going 160 miles per hour with another person's life in your hands!"

"Actually, we're going 140."

"That doesn't make me feel any better!"

"Relax, Daniel. The car just went squirrelly for a second. Everything's under control."

Daniel glared at Mikey before taking his advice. He tried to relax. He closed his eyes to use the rest of his senses for this experience. He could feel the wind blowing through the window net. He could hear the engine roaring as it pulled them around the track. Even the air itself was different at Daytona. It smelled different. It tasted different. Daniel opened his eyes as he realized what the difference was. He was at Daytona. A place built for speed. A place for taking chances. He was ready.

Daniel glanced over at his driver. "Mikey, let's do this!"

"Are you sure, Daniel?"

"I'm ready!"

Mikey started pressing on the accelerator as a strange voice came over their headsets. "Yee-haw, boys, let's boogity, boogity, boogity!"

The steering wheel nearly left Mikey's hands. "Dee-dub?"

Up in the announcer's booth, another person had joined the group. Darryl Waltrip, three-time Winston Cup winner, and 1989 winner of the Daytona 500. He is also the older brother of Mikey Waltrip, and a TV announcer for NASCAR races. "Come on boys, let's crank it up!"

The remaining members of SG-1 had been watching Danny's ride closely, and hadn't heard DW come in. At the sound of his unusual catchphrases, they turned as one towards the NASCAR legend. He was looking over the track with his trademark grin. "Come on, Mikey, give the doctor the ride of his life!"

Junior stepped over to the group. "Colonel, Major, Teal'c, let me introduce you to Darryl Waltrip. He's Mikey's brother, and the announcer for the races. I think he heard about our little session."

Mikey voice came over the headset. "Hey DW, I thought you weren't gonna be up there for another hour or so. But since you're already in the booth, why don't you talk us in?"

"That's a big 10-4, buddy. You're on your 8th lap. Bring her on home."

Mikey had eased on the accelerator until he was up to his max speed. Daniel was having the time of his life. He was being pushed back into the seat, Mikey was hitting his marks perfectly, and they had an honest-to-god NASCAR legend talking them to the checkered flag.

"And the number 15 car shoots into turn one of his final lap! No letting off the accelerator now, boys. That's it, buddy, straight and fast down the backstretch. Into turn three, Waltrip is still leading. One more corner, Mikey! That's it! You got it, you got it! MIKEY!"

Daniel and Mikey roared across the start/finish line at over 180 miles per hour. Daniel could imagine hearing the screams of the fans. Wait. He could actually hear the screams of the fans. Looking beyond the window net, he could see that fans were already streaming into the speedway in preparation for the race. Incredible. He had just gone 10 laps with a Daytona 500 winner, with a NASCAR legend talking them to the checkered flag, and surrounded by screaming fans. It was an adrenaline rush that none other could beat.

At the finish of their cool-down lap, Mikey stopped at the start/finish line. Daniel gave him a quizzical look. "What are you planning?"

Mikey turned the car 180 degrees. "Now that you've experienced several full speed laps, it's time you experienced something called a Polish victory lap. Alan Kulwiki started it. It's a backwards lap, which allows the fans to see the driver better. So, Daniel, wave to your adoring fans." With this statement, Mikey put his arm out the window and waved to the fans as they drove by. Daniel followed suit.

"That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." stated Daniel.

"Indeed. You seem much more relaxed now."

"Yeah. I'm really looking forward to the rest of this vacation now."

"So, kids," cut in the colonel, "shall we see what Jimmie has in store for Teal'c?"

All four members of SG-1 turned as one towards the driver of the number 48 car. The grins on their faces made him very nervous. He turned towards Jeff. "Why do I suddenly have a bad feeling about this?"

His teammate grinned back. "Don't worry. Just drive the wheels off the car and give him the ride of his life."

"That doesn't make me feel any better." Jimmie turned towards the team. "Well, Teal'c, if you're ready, let's head on down."

"Indeed."

As the two headed down towards pit road, a voice was heard to mutter, "I don't know who to feel sorrier for, Jimmie or Teal'c."

A/N: Wow! I still have no idea where this is going, but it's getting exciting! I wonder how Teal'c's gonna react to his ride. And I just HAD to get DW in there somewhere. Did it work? Let me know!