I find myself quite often asked, by people buying presents for relatives, which supercar experience day I’d recommend.
Tough one, this. The short answer is “I don’t know”, but the longer answer is a slightly uncomfortable “I’m not sure I’d recommend any”.
It’s tough, because people want to drive supercars. Why wouldn’t they? Despite our talk of them being too fast, heavy, irrelevant and inaccessible to provide the same level of fun for most of us as a Toyota GT86, the truth is that we drove a 730bhp, 1700kg car last week and it was utterly brilliant. Why wouldn’t you want a piece of that?
But these cars being so powerful and expensive is both the appeal and a problem for event organisers. They’re costly to run and insure and, particularly, to fix or replace.
So for the sort of money that buys a good present, the cars have to be carefully managed. Laps are limited, as are engine revs in many cases, and there’ll be an instructor having a kitten in the passenger seat at any overly liberal application of throttle. (That’s no surprise; don’t know about you, but I’m not the world’s greatest passenger at the best of times. Being one alongside a complete stranger who is himself a total stranger to a mid-engined, rear-drive, 500bhp sports car can be no good for your system.)