Author: KatGrl2003

Disclaimers: SG-1, Dale Earnhardt Jr, Michael Waltrip, Jimmie Johnson, and Jeff Gordon do not belong to me.

Summary: Just some silliness. SG-1 goes on vacation

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SG-1 Visits Daytona

"Um, Sam? Why are we here?" asked Daniel.

"Didn't General Hammond tell us to go on vacation?"

"Well, yes, but-"

"Well, this is vacation. What could be better than watching one ton machines run under the lights at Daytona? Besides, I managed to get us rides in the cars before the race at full speed!"

At this, Daniel turned green, Jack looked excited, and Teal'c merely raised an eyebrow.

"Who are we riding with, Sam?" Jack asked.

"Let me introduce you to the guys who will be our drivers. Meet Dale Earnhardt Jr, Jeff Gordon, Jimmie Johnson, and Mikey Waltrip."

"Oh, man, this is gonna be great!" shouted Jack.

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10 minutes later

"Colonel, I will be gracious, and let you have the first ride."

"You had better, Major. Remember, I'm you CO. Now," Jack said, rubbing his hands together in excitement, "who is the craziest driver here?"

All eyes turned to Jr. "What? Oh, come on guys, I'm not that bad!"

"Well, while the colonel and Jr. are going around the track, why don't we take the rest of you to the announcer's booth? You can see the entire track from there, and can see what you all get to do in a few minutes."

"Indeed, Jeff Gordon. That would be most insightful." stated Teal'c. With that, they all started up the stairs to the announcer's booth.

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The car looked fast even sitting on pit road. It was bright red, with a white number 8 on the side. It had the Budweiser symbol on the front, and a multitude of other sponsors dotting the fenders. It had no doors, but was sleek, and looked like a bullet. Jack was in love.

"Uh, colonel? If you're ready, you can stop touching the car, and actually climb inside."

"Wha-? Oh, yeah. Sorry."

Jack carefully climbed in what would be the passenger window in a normal car. One of the pit crew reached in and strapped him in. Once he was encased in the form-fitting seat, he could barely move. He had five straps encasing him – one over each shoulder, one over each hip, and one between his legs. His head was held in place by a restraint system attached to the helmet. He felt one with the machine.

Jr climbed in next. He was able to strap himself in the seat, and after a minute, looked over at Colonel O'Neill.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, sure youbetcha! Put the petal to the metal!"

"Yes, sir. Petal to the metal it is."

With that, Jr dropped the hammer, and the car shot off of pit road.

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The group of six had just finished ascending the stairs to the announcer's booth when the number 8 car shot out of pit lane.

"Whoa!" shouted Daniel. "Are we gonna go as fast as Jack and Dale are?"

"Not if you don't want to," answered Mikey. "Junior is heavy on the accelerator, and loves to show off his speed."

Sam looked over at her teammate. "Are you really saying that you're not looking forward to riding in one of the cars?"

"Yes, Sam, that's exactly what I'm saying. I'm perfectly fine with going 55mph on the interstate. Unless Jack's driving, that is."

"Well, Dr. Jackson, if you are that worried, you can be my passenger. I will take it quite a bit easier on the accelerator than Junior, and I'll show you that racing can be fun." stated Mikey. "But for now, let's watch the colonel get absolutely terrified."

With that, all eyes turned to the car racing around Daytona International Speedway.

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A/N: So, what do ya'll think for my first fic? I'll try to update soon.