If you think this place is insanely overpriced, you are correct.
If you saw the pics of people with food on the website and saw this menu https://www.k1speed.com/paddock-lounge.html and assume you can have lunch, you are wrong. This place has bags of chips.
After moving past those 2 smacks to the face, I made the financially disastrous mistake of purchasing 2 Speed Passes: an "annual pass", 2 races, and a t-shirt for my son and me.
After my money was gone I was treated to a delightful cocktail of fun-and-soul-sucking, corporate-liability legalese blended smoothly with a customer service style so cold and heartless it would make the Department of Motor Vehicles blush. The cocktail is called "Read the Fine Print Loser", is served frozen, garnished with a couple of the bartender's nose hairs, and poured directly onto your lap. The front desk staff are so robotic and rigid I wouldn't have believed they were human if not for the smirks on their faces as they treated me like a fly to be swatted away.
My son and I were super disappointed after we learned we couldn't drive on the same track because they can't put junior carts and adult carts together. I offered to drive a junior cart, and the guys running the carts entertained the idea, maybe just to watch me squeeze my 49 year old butt into a junior cart. We were strapped in and ready to go, temporarily delusional about the strength of human reason, until a voice came over the cart guy's walkie talkie: "somebody from corporate" says nobody over 18 can drive a junior cart. "Well," I suggest, "it's literally only my son and I here, how about I just follow him in an adult cart?" "Oh no, we can't let an adult and junior cart on the same track." It was literally JUST ME AND MY SON in the entire place since everybody else in the state of Maryland is smart enough not to come here.
I took a deep breath and calmed down, since I understand lawyers run the world and this place must have significant liability insurance. I did my 2 races against a couple strangers, my son did 1 then didn't want to do any more. He's 8, so fine. I asked the staff to let me use his remaining credit. "Oh no we can't transfer them" said the heartless robots at the front desk, an obvious ploy to make you come back, which definitely won't be
So for $147 dollars, we got 15 minutes of racing and 2 t shirts, which we'll now use to wipe up the next time my dog pukes in the house.
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