Had a great time here visiting with a group of eight. Nadia in corporate reservations helped us put…read moretogether a great package that fit our needs perfectly. We also lucked out getting Fred as our instructor. We had a arrived a little late due to weather and traffic and he gave us a quick and precise explanation of what we needed to do, and followed up on that with great feedback in the tunnel as well. A+ experience and will likely return to check out their assisted flight experience for individuals with mobility concerns. Edit: forgot to note that as part of our booking we ordered the photo package. I'm not 100% sure I would recommend this because we didn't get a ton of great photos for the price, but if would like a souvenir it's 100% the way to go because as you can see from some of the other reviewers it's really hard to capture pictures from outside of the wind tunnel.

Came here a few years ago to celebrate my birthday. It is not cheap, but it a very interesting and…read moreentertaining activity if you are willing to pay for it that lasts about a few minutes. As I was alone, I was obliged to go with another family. Quite uncomfortable when people are around the dome just starring at you. What's even more embarrassing is the fact that everyone managed to get up the chamber except me, because I decided to not listen when David Étienne, the instructor was talking. Jokes on me. David is a very good instructor, I appreciate him for the effort he made to get me to fly!

So back when I was young and fabulous, I was a recreational skydiver. We made a couple visits here…read morewhile they were under the previous ownership and were so happy to come back and see many of the same staff, albeit operating under a new name. Shaking off a few years of rust for me was great but seeing my kids (4, 10) experience the magic of flight was beyond words. They had the time of their lives, and so did I. People with no experience, people with a bunch of experience, kids, adults... this is suitable for pretty much everyone! The facility is beautiful, staff is service-minded, and you're absolutely GUARANTEED to have a good time. Go go go!!!

I went for the first time to celebrate my bday !!!!! what…read morean experience !!!! I highly suggest it to all the people that are thinking of doing it maybe one day .... DO IT !!!!! it's an amazing feeling, the only time in your life, you will be flying (nothing compared to taking the plane). People there are very nice, they take the time with you to make sure all is OK. The instructors are funny and experienced !!! You feel safe. Incredible ! Go for it !

Quite expensive for a drag strip that is not sticky. Also, not alot of room to brake and slow down…read moreafter a drag race. A friend of mine went lapping in his car. Because his car was an older model he was met with very cold attitude and laughed at; although his car is very well built and suited to this type of track-day racing. The staff were quite unprofessional. He suffered a mechanical issue and the staff acted like it never happened on a track-day ever before (usually mechanical issues are a common occurrence in racing). They asked him not to bring his car again and got laughed it even though his was one of the faster cars on the circuit that day. Moral of the story, if you do not fit the ''clique'' or have an expensive car or what's accepted as the norm for a track-day car, you will not be greeted warmly and or treated well. Very pretentious.

OK, so time for some honesty, I'm not a huge Car enthusiast (at least I wasn't). I know, I know, a…read moreguy whose mojo doesn't get going as soon as he sees smooth curves, candy apply red gloss and hears the purr of an engine akin to a very loud kitty. I'm sorry, but to me this all is kinda boring... and I think it stems mostly from the fact of likely never being able to afford an exotic car makes it unattainable so therefore I reason, why lust after one? Right... RIGHT? I always thought there was something wrong with me... a deficiency in what makes a guy a guy. That macho-machismo thrill, that need for speed, that male essence that can only be defined by Tim Allen grunting at the top of my lungs. Then my wonderful girlfriend bought me a pass for the iCar experience for my 30th birthday and i thought, well heck, this is kinda cool, I'm looking forward to this. So "race day" comes (last Friday), as the sun began to hang low in the sky over top of Woodbine racetrack, I stepped out of the comfort of my Jeep and into the front seat of a LAMBORGHINI GALLARDO LP560. As I entered the car my backside went closer to the ground than a back-up dancer in the music video for Get Low. At the same time, as I sank lower into my seat, I felt a tingle... it started low and from somewhere deep inside of me and gradually got bigger and bigger and moved to my stomach, down to my toes and up into my chest making my breath come out faster and my heart beat louder and louder into my ears... Just when this new testosterone rush was hitting a crescendo, my instructor, a hulk of a man, entered the vehicle and welcomed me to the iCar experience and told me I was about to have a blast. I think my testosterone levels hit an all new high and my beard and chest hair grew 3 inches each instantly, GRUNT GRUNT GRUNTTTT here we gooooooooooo! My first half lap was a tad cautious, (you tend to get like that when you're in control of a vehicle worth more than your home), but the car, I named her Alexis, sensed my apprehension and began to handle and adapt to me with such ease that I felt like I was born to drive her. Midway through the first lap I hit straight away and dropped the hammer like I've never done before, plastering my instructor and I to the seats like we were taking off in apollo 12. I hit the first pin turn with precision accuracy not even touching the break while still going over 100 km/h and then proceeded to drop the hammer again on the next straight away. My laps soon ended, as I had 2 included in the price, but because of some scheduling delays, the staff at iCar awarded me and extra lap. When I pulled back into the start area and parked my car, my instructor thanked me for a fabulous ride and even told me and again to my girlfriend waiting on the side line like a sexy race-car drivers wife, that I gave him his fastest laps of the day and was a natural behind the wheel. GUSH!!!!! It's been almost a week and driving my comfortable Jeep just isn't the same anymore. I miss the adrenaline rush like a heroin addict misses their drugs, now I find myself thinking of other ways that I can feed this speed craving. I think the only solution will be to buy one my own some day, so if you're looking for me, I'll be on my computer scanning autotrader for deals on used Lambos and Ferraris. VROOM VROOM!!!