SPEEDVEGAS: Where Midlife Crises Go to Feel Young Again

Are you ready for an adrenaline filled experience?  I think I heard ya… yes, yes, YES!   Well, I’ve got one for you!  SpeedVegas in Las Vegas will fulfill your adrenaline needs and desires.  SpeedVegas, the Las Vegas attraction where you can drive supercars way faster than your therapist would recommend. Buckle up — this ride’s gonna be fast, wild, and full of burnt rubber.

Ah, Las Vegas. The land of neon dreams, bachelor parties, all-you-can-eat shrimp, and decisions you’ll try to justify to your accountant and your spouse to be. Amongst the tink, tink tin, of slot machines, the whoops of those ready to party, and Elvis impersonators officiating questionable weddings (but it’s love, right), lies a slice of automotive heaven (or temporary insanity) known as SPEEDVEGAS.

This is where grown adults, who once screamed “Vroom!” while pushing Hot Wheels across the kitchen table, finally live out their racecar fantasies — except this time, it’s not on linoleum, and the cars cost more than your house. I’ll take two, please.

What Is SPEEDVEGAS?

Imagine a place where a Ferrari, a Lamborghini, and a Porsche are just hanging around like Tinder dates waiting for a right swipe. SPEEDVEGAS is essentially a racetrack-meets-theme-park-meets. Located about 15 minutes from the Las Vegas Strip (just far enough to pretend you’re doing something healthy), this is where you can get behind the wheel of some of the world’s most amazing supercars and drive them like you’re running from the cops.

Want to drive a Ferrari 488 at 150 mph while giggling like a maniac? They got you. Always dreamed of throwing a Lamborghini Huracán into a turn like you’re auditioning for Fast & Furious 27: Retirement Drift? No problem. Wondering what it feels like to accelerate faster than your emotional baggage? SPEEDVEGAS is the therapy you didn’t know you needed.

The Orientation: “Please Don’t Crash the Ferrari”

Before you can unleash your inner Vin Diesel, you’ll attend a short orientation where a very calm instructor (who knows what he knows, seen what he’s seen) explains how not to die.

There’s a video, a whiteboard, and a lot of talk about apexes, braking zones, and how to not mistake the gas for the brake. You nod along sagely while secretly planning your dramatic Instagram post: “Just me and my Lambo. #Blessed #HorsepowerTherapy.”

Your instructor, probably named Chad or Dave (with a suspicious resemblance to someone who once raced professionally or at least claims to), gently reminds you that you are not, in fact, Lewis Hamilton, and that the car costs $300,000, so maybe… you know… try not to hit anything. Goals baby, goals!

Picking Your Car: The Hardest Decision Since Netflix

Next, you’re faced with the impossible task of choosing your weapon — I mean, vehicle. Does one choose the Porsche GT3 RS, which looks like it was designed by someone with ADHD and a Red Bull addiction? Or maybe the Corvette C8, for that all-American “I definitely own New Balance sneakers” vibe? Or my personal favorite, my Aston Martin, Vantage F1.  Ah sucky sucky now!

You could even try the Mercedes-AMG GTR, also known as “The Beast of the Green Hell,” which sounds like something Satan would drive on weekends. Hey, why not?

Whichever you choose, one thing is guaranteed: your ego will grow ten sizes, and you’ll immediately start referring to horsepower like you actually understand what it means.

The Track: Where the Magic (and Screaming) Happens

The SPEEDVEGAS track is a 1.5-mile adult playground of banked turns, fast straights, and sections designed to separate the brave from the “let’s just stick to the speed limit.” There’s even a launch area where you can feel the car rocket forward like it’s trying to escape Earth’s gravity.

Once strapped in, helmet on, instructor beside you (looking slightly nervous), you head out onto the track. The first lap? You’re timid. You brake early; you take the turns like a cautious grandmother. The second lap? You gain confidence. You floor it on the straightaway. You feel alive.  Just try not to get too cocky too quickly, or “you gonna learn today”.

By lap four, you’re screaming “I AM SPEED!” and fantasizing about quitting your job to become a professional racecar driver, even though you once hit a garbage can in a parking lot last year.

The Instructors: Professional Babysitters for Speed Addicts

Let’s take a moment to appreciate the real heroes of SPEEDVEGAS: the instructors. These are people who willingly get into supercars with strangers who just learned what a downshift is 12 minutes ago. They remain calm, cool, and collected while you take corners like a caffeinated squirrel.

They give you directions like “Brake here,” “Turn now,” and occasionally, “Oh god, okay, more brake! More brake!” But they’re professionals. No matter how badly you oversteer, they’ll guide you through it with a voice smoother than jazz.

They’ve probably seen it all — people who cried from excitement, people who nearly spun out, people who treated the Ferrari like it was a shopping cart at Target. And yet, they still smile and say, “Nice job, man!” when you peel into the pit lane, adrenaline pouring out of your ears.

The Aftermath: Bragging Rights for Life

When your drive is over, and you emerge from the car feeling like a rockstar who just finished a world tour, the SPEEDVEGAS team hands you a video of your experience. Yes, you can relive every moment — the acceleration, the turns, the occasional screams — all set to music that makes you feel like you just directed a Michael Bay film.

You can share this with your friends, your coworkers, your mom (who will immediately say “You paid how much to drive how fast?”), and even your dog, who won’t care, but will sense that you’ve changed.

There’s also a gift shop, because of course there is. Want a SPEEDVEGAS t-shirt so you can flex at the gym? Done. Need a branded water bottle to remind yourself to hydrate after achieving peak awesomeness? They got you. Want a SPEEDVEGAS hat to cover your helmet hair? Say no more.

Next up, Riding Shotgun–Drifting in a Hellcat?

Let me begin by saying this: I willingly paid money to sit in the passenger seat of a Dodge Hellcat while a complete stranger with a death wish flung it sideways around a racetrack at SpeedVegas. I call it “fun.” My family calls me crazy.

Now, you might think, “A ride-along? How bad could it be? You’re not even driving.” And that, is the exact level of confidence I had going in—right before my soul tried to leave my body at Turn 2.

The Hellcat itself is less of a car and more of a domestic rocket disguised as a muscle car. With 700+ horsepower and the subtlety of a fireworks stand explosion, this beast is what happens when engineers and chaos get drunk together and make a baby. Its natural state is sideways, loud, and angry at pavement.  Let’s just say “I learned today”.

I showed up at SpeedVegas, retrieved my helmet, and made it into the car.  I buckled my own seatbelt, which was a standard one that comes with a normal car.  I’m like, shouldn’t this have at least 5 connection points?  I choose to be one with the car.  That answer was, nope.

We buckled in. Our driver wasn’t much for words, and as soon as we backed out, he put it in gear, and then BAM, the Hellcat launched forward like we owed it money.

Before I could blink, we were already sideways. I don’t mean a little tilt—I mean full Tokyo Drift, tires screaming, my left eyebrow in Nevada while the rest of my face tried to catch up. Our driver was steering with one hand and adjusting the radio with the other, as if we weren’t actively defying the laws of physics.

Each corner felt like a spiritual awakening. My internal organs were rearranged alphabetically. My brain was lagging two seconds behind reality, trying to process why the trees were spinning like a Windows 98 screensaver.

There was a lot of screaming—some from the tires, some from me. At one point, I swear the car was going sideways while also somehow forward and backward. I don’t know how. He turned the wheel about 4 times in one direction as the car traveled in a direction it shouldn’t, and one turn to the right, and bam, the car responded like someone took a taser to it.  We straightened out and he stepped on the gas (aka rocket fuel), one more time.

After two solid laps of seeing life flash before our eyes, we managed to make it out of the car only to feel the trembling of the legs, and an inability to hold my phone without it shaking.  Who knew? I’ll just let you know that riding shotgun in a drifting Hellcat at SpeedVegas is the most fun you can have while questioning every decision you’ve ever made.

Baja Truck Ride-Along at SpeedVegas

While at SpeedVegas, we started with the Baja Truck Experience.  What is this you ask?  For the uninitiated, a Baja truck is not a truck in the normal sense. It’s not for hauling mulch or moving your cousin’s futon. It’s for launching off dirt ramps like you’re trying to make contact with low-flying aircraft. It’s part monster truck, part trampoline, and part mechanical bull with commitment issues. SpeedVegas took one look at the Nevada desert and thought, “Let’s weaponize it.

I asked my buddy if he was nervous, and he’s like, “What, it’s only off-roading.” Famous last words.

So, there I was, helmet on, strapped into what looked like a Mad Max escape vehicle. The driver, who was very mild-mannered and confident—smiled and said, “Let’s have some fun.” I’ve come to learn that when a professional off-road driver says that–it’s not an invitation. It’s a threat.

We pulled up out of the parking lot and started fishtailing, and I was still naively optimistic. “How bad could this be?”

The first ramp came out of nowhere, and it looked like a spider taking off from the ground, twisting and turning sideways to land on 2 of its feet. One second, we were driving; the next, we were airborne. I had time to question my life choices, recite a few swear words, and yell for my mommy.

At one point I remember telling the driver, who needs rollercoasters when you have this? Seeing the wall in front of you without slowing down, makes a person think twice, or maybe three times about who thought this was a good idea?

The one thing I can say is that while you would think when you landed it would hurt, it didn’t.  The suspension was incredible on these trucks. It handled everything and while you thought you’d hit the ground hard, thankfully, wasn’t the case.

After two laps around this course, I’d say I’d be up for learning how to drive these trucks and play on my own.  They have that there as well.  A day for learning how to do it and then you get to take off just like Evil Knievel, hey, why not?

Now, you may ask, would I do it again? Absolutely. After I locate my kneecaps and apologize to my heart for unnecessary roughness.

Is It Worth It?

In a word: Absolutely.

In more words: If you’ve ever dreamed of driving a supercar but didn’t want to sell a kidney or marry into a Saudi oil family, SPEEDVEGAS is the next best thing. It’s safe, controlled, and just unhinged enough to make your life feel like a video game.

SpeedVegas, The Details

So now you’ve learned about all the fun you can have, I’ll tell you what, where, and how.  SpeedVegas is located 15 minutes from the Strip.  Grab an Uber for about $25 to get you there after you’ve made your reservations online. I’d recommend booking about a week or so in advance to ensure they have space for your day/time.

Five laps in a Lotus to five laps in a Lambo range from $249 to $549.  You’ll get two laps to discover how to drive the car appropriately with the instructor before you get behind the wheel. Then, it’s game on.

If you are looking for five laps you’re looking at $299 and for 20 laps $837 if you wish to ride along.  If you choose the 1-day driving experience where you get trained and become your own off-road expert for $1,790.

If you are bringing the little people, aka kids, you can keep them occupied at the go-kart section for $35/race.

Location: 14200 S Las Vegas Blvd, Las Vegas, NV 89054

Hours of Operation: Daily from (9am to 5pm)

Website: Top things to do in Speedvegas

Final Thoughts: Drive Fast, Laugh Hard

SPEEDVEGAS is what happens when Vegas says, “Gambling’s cool, but have you tried going 140 mph in a McLaren?” It’s not just an experience — it’s a high-octane, turbocharged, four-wheeled self-esteem boost wrapped in carbon fiber.

Whether you’re a car enthusiast, an adrenaline junkie, or just someone trying to forget that you spent $200 on a bottle of vodka at a pool party yesterday, SPEEDVEGAS delivers. And you’ll leave with a story that starts with “So there I was, doing 130 in a Ferrari…”

And honestly, that’s way more fun than losing $500 on blackjack, isn’t it?  And as always–never forget to Travel Till You Drop!