While we were in Vegas, we had the opportunity to drive some really, really expensive cars. Not just drive, mind you. We were allowed to race them at Exotic Racing’s private racetrack.
While Jack could barely contain his glee, I was understandably nervous about this. Visions of a scratch or a dent on these 300k cars were making me sweat. We don’t own a car so we don’t even drive on a daily basis. And I’m pretty sure that a certain stereotype about Asian women and driving is based on me.
But they convinced me that everything was going to be fine. And more importantly, that it was going to be fun.
After a brief driving instructions: how to take corners, what’s not allowed to do on the track, what’s allowed to do, and what not we got into a Porche Cayenne in groups of 4 to get to know the track up close. Afterwards, we met with our personal driving instructions and were directed to our cars.
You’re allowed to choose from an array of exotic cars. Jack got himself a Ferrari Scuderia while I found myself behind the wheels of Lamborghini Superleggera.
When I managed to get the car out of its parking spot without hitting anything, I felt like letting out a ‘whoop!’ But there was no time for celebrating. My instructor told me to hit the gas to join the other cars on the track. ‘Faster! Hit it!’, he kept repeating.
Each time I thought we were going fast enough, he’d yell ‘Go faster!’
The corners are the tricky parts. I slowed down when we get to the orange cones in the corner, pointed the car to the first green cone, the 2nd green cone, and hit the gas again as I release the steering wheel post-turn.
That was the key part of the instruction: how to take turns without losing speed.
I felt like I was going fast but I must not have been the slowest car on the track because other cars kept passing me. What the heck?
On subsequent laps I started to relax and to have fun. I got faster and faster after each lap. I started to feel how smooth the Lamborghini handles the turns and how eager it was to go even faster. After particularly smooth executions of a turn, I’d have a huge grin on my face. This is fun!
Ooooweeeee!! I’m unstoppable!! Adrenaline was pumping and I wanted to keep on going.
But 5 laps were quickly over and my instructor signaled to pull over to the pit.
Afterwards on Jack bragged about he was going so fast he was passing other cars. I wanted to point out that since he’s obviously the better driver then he should be doing all of the driving on our future road trips.
But I didn’t really care. Even though I might’ve been the slowest on track I was still flushed with excitement for having driven faster than ever (and for not having crashed the Lamborghini).
This whole experience changed my opinion about this whole… car thing: I get it now. The whole fascination with these cars: why people buy them, why they like driving them, why their ads often include gorgeous female models.
Driving these cars felt sexy. I can see the appeal of owning these cars.
But until I had 300k lying around to spend on these cars, I can only relive the experience.
Looking for non-gambling activities in Vegas?
Jack and I tire easily of the gambling scene in Las Vegas. We go to Vegas mainly for the shows, for the desert scene, and for the climbing. Now we have another reason to go back to Vegas.
There aren’t a lot of places where you can race exotic sports cars on a real racetrack. So when visiting Las Vegas and you’re tired of the casino scene, consider getting behind these exotic beasts and give them a whirl.
It might end up being the highlight of your Vegas trip too.