Luxe Beat Magazine MAY 2015 - Page 24

Mom and Daughter Bond on the Disney Speedway By Debi Lander I ’d like to think my needs are minimal: a clean bed, food and water (maybe a little wine) a camera and computer. However, I admit my desires run toward luxury and I have developed a taste for out-of-theordinary travel and adventure. Feeding that hunger can be challenging. Luck was on my side as my twentythree year-old daughter (yes, she’s spoiled) and I were presented an appetizing treat. We didn’t nibble at the chance, we devoured the opportunity to drive an exotic luxury car as fast as we could handle. Decadent, for sure! 24 Everyone knows Disney creates magical memories and that’s exactly what we received: a day of automotive dreams. We left St. Augustine in my car and drove to Orlando, then passed through the gate to enter the Magic Kingdom. We weren’t headed to the theme park, but rather to Walt Disney World Speedway, which sits near the Disney parking area. We found an official race oval, originally built and used for NSCAR events, but crowds of theme park guests and race enthusiasts caused major traffic congestion. So now Disney offers the Richard Petty Driving Experience and an Exotic Driving Experience on alternate days. Just imagine, sitting behind the wheel and driving the world’s fastest and most exotic high performance cars on a real traffic... no law enforcement. What an amazing gift this would make for someone special. We were ready to jump into a super sexy car; however, all participants must first attend a class and watch an educational video which is supposed to make you feel comfortable. In my case, it made me anxious. Laura and I were surrounded by a number of macho guys who were on a company outing and couldn’t wait to show off their skills. What if I became an embarrassing slow poke? I thought about that and then decided to forget it. Yet I knew I wanted to race that car. Would I have the courage? The one-mile course combines the speed of racing on an oval track with the challenge of a street-style course. You don’t roar around like a NASCAR driver; instead you maneuver sharp turns more like a Grand Prix racer. We headed out to the spectator area to watch some of the earlier students taking their laps. Whoosh. As the cars whizzed by, you could actually notice the drivers increasing the speed with each additional lap. Okay, I could do this. We were soon told which cars we