"What the hell is a zord?" Ernie asked, frowning. It sounded like some kind of weird item from a really bad sci-fi movie. One that Dean actually had the heart to sit through and watch, because that was just his brother. He watched as Jack fiddled with his tracking thing, then glanced over at the road as he pointed off toward their first turn. Slamming on the brake, Sam roughly turned the wheel and the impala skidded to the side, it's rear yanking back in one direction while the head of the car went in another. It was almost like something you'd see in an action flick, except for Sam's turn wasn't exactly the smoothest.
Pushing his foot down on the gas again, Sam kept his eyes on the road and said, "Now where?" And he said it in a way that indicated that he was hardly disturbed by the violent turn they just took.