Coming to a Race Track Near You: Xtreme Xperience Super Cars

Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to race a limited edition Ferrari on a private race track? If you are a man, you probably have thought about it many times. As a woman, I probably haven’t dreamed about it as much as the guys out there, but when I heard about this experience – I have to admit, it got my adrenaline pumping as I imagined channeling my inner Bond. Xtreme Xperience is the only company in the U.S. that travels around the country to bring the ultimate supercar experience to a race track near you.



As a bribe for Mom of the Year, I decided to take my sons along. My 13-year-old, Cole, was not old enough to drive, but had experienced plenty of dreams about driving exotic cars. I recall a time that we had to double back to a gas station when he saw 2 Ferraris gassing up, just so he could get a closer look. The thought of actually riding in his dream car with a pro driver at 200 m.p.h. made him smile like a Cheshire cat for weeks – and even finish his homework.


My 6-year-old, Hudson, was able to be part of the pit crew and watch us take turns on the track. Even though he was too young to ride along, he received a special VIP pass so he didn’t feel left out. Since I am over 18 (ahem…slightly) then I was able to actually drive one of these beauties.


We went online to register for our allotted time with the cherished car of our choice. When we arrived at the Willow Springs Race Track in Lancaster, the sun was smiling down on us as if it were also anticipating this unique experience. I chose a gray Ferrari 458 Italia.  There are only 4 of these cars in the U.S. and they have 2 of them. Cole chose a red Lamborghini Huracán LP610-4. Other options include super cars like the McLaren MP4-12C and the Porsche 911 GT3. If you really want the ultimate experience, you can choose the 3 car package – which allows you to compare the difference between three of the world’s best supercars in this head-to-head comparison. Now you can feel the difference between a naturally aspirated V10 versus a twin turbo V8.



Cole was all grins as he slipped into the passenger side of the sleek Lambo. I grabbed the cross around my neck, gave it a quick kiss, and prayed that my son would be safe. I felt comforted as Take Me to Church blasted over the loud speakers as I watched my first-born son squeal off with a professional driver and enter the curvy track. By the time they made their first round and raced in front of the breathless crowd, their speed topped 210 m.p.h.


I would suggest that if you have never driven one of these cars before, that you choose the option where you can ride as a passenger with an instructor until you know the track – then go out on your own.




After a short class with instructions about the rules and track, I donned a black head wrap, strapped on a helmet, and finally got behind the wheel of this sweet ride. I instinctively grabbed the rear view mirror to adjust it, but the instructor politely stopped me, introduced himself and said he would be my eyes and ears on the track. For a control freak like me, it meant I had to let go and trust his expertise. For him, it meant he had a Type A, adrenaline-pumped Mom in the driver seat and in control of his life. I asked him if they equipped their driving coaches with adult diapers? As soon as I started the engine, and revved it, I felt a tingle shoot from my toe to my head. I knew this would not be a typical Sunday drive. The smell of the soft leather hypnotized me. The sound of the sexy engine made my heart race. I held my breath as I pulled onto the track and began to maneuver the curves. I was a little nervous about the blind spot that was mentioned on the track where you almost go air born and then have a fast turn.


As I a was half way through the first lap, I realized I was only going about 50 m.p.h. and was extremely annoyed at myself as I reflected how I had pushed 80 in a mini van, so who was I wussing out when I had this amazing opportunity? It took some time to get adjusted to the track, and at the end, there was a long straight stretch that allowed you to race in front of the crowd and show off – or embarrass yourself if you were only going 50. By the second lap, I had survived the blind spot without slamming on my breaks, was getting a better feel for the car, and started hugging the turns. This time, I hit the stretch of road at 175 m.p.h. (according to the proof from the Go Pro video). Otherwise, I would have never lived it down. By the third lap, I was feeling like Mario Andretti and was ready to go again – but the ride was up and all I could think of was how the other cars drove.



Cole decided that he was going to start saving up his money now, so that when he turns 18, he can come back and race the cars himself. All in all, it turned out to be a “bond”ing experience. We had a great time and can’t wait to go back again.


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