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!!!

Great place for skydiving around Montreal Canada. The DZ has a small landing area, but there is…read moreeverything you need for your tandem or solo jumping. You will need a vehicle to get here. A train is available from Montreal, but is a little tricky to get here.

I still think it's pricey for what it is, so I waited for their groupon to come back online and…read moretook advantage for me and my +1. Their photo packages are overpriced, but there is a 3rd party photographer on site that gives you a photo package for cheaper while having better shots/more personalized (with her you get ground photos posing, getting onto the plane, go pro shot as you exit the plane, and landing shots vs adrenaline having the wrist go pros for mid fall photos). I feel like I got the best jumping partner, he was fun, engaging and didn't mind me spooning up into him (based on the way we're wired into each other) on the plane as the nervousness kicked in. He made me feel comfortable and really played a big role in the whole experience. The jump itself didn't bring the adrenaline rush I thought it would, the plane ride up was the mental rush! Thank you Ariel, my experience would have been lame without you! #SurprisePadiPartners

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!!!