
Laps of Luxury
Welcome to Japan’s quietly decadent Magarigawa racetrack—the only place on Earth where supercars and spas have equal billing.
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There exists a certain romantic mythology around racetracks, one that plays on victory, valour, helmeted heroes—the Sennas, the Schumachers, the Hamiltons—slaying the concrete dragons before them. Then there’s the visceral reality: primordial soup-bowls overflowing with grease, dirt, fumes, heat, hairy-chested machismo. And if you are not paying attention, an oversteer here, an errant accelerator nudge there, these automotive terrordomes will gobble you up and spit you out without mercy.
Japan’s Magarigawa circuit does not try to redress this imbalance between fiction and fact: rather, it completely rewrites the narrative of what a racetrack can be. That starts with not calling it a racetrack. This is, as the brochure keenly points out, a private “luxury driving club”—the world’s first of its kind at that. Competing is forbidden. Instead, the course, an hour’s road journey from Tokyo in the mountainous Chiba region, is a discreet temple to distilled motoring enjoyment, where the megacity’s ultra-rich congregate to get acquainted with their elite performance machines, and then bathe in the venue’s country-club-meets-Tony-Stark vibes.

The hushed tones of sober Japanese luxury are whispered on arrival: the attactive, landscaped access road chaperones members past a series of glass and stone villas and into a tunnel that leads to the main clubhouse, an amalgam of traditional Shinden-zu (an ancient architecural style reserved for palaces and the residences of nobles) and modern aesthetics, sitting regally on the apex of a hill with views fanning out over distant Tokyo Bay. To avoid cluttering up the forecourt with a bunch of parked supercars—clearly an assault to the eyes—the designers, Tokyo firm 16A, worked in a deftly angled portico to usher affiliates neatly into the foyer.
If it wasn’t for delicious cameos of the track as it snakes around the clubhouse—a building that riffs off Scandinavian clean lines as much as native sensibilities—it would be easy to forget that Magarigawa is a motoring spin-off. Here in the central hub, members can access the onsen (natural geothermic hot springs), spa treatment rooms, an outdoor infinity pool and a gym with personal trainers on permanent stand-by. Unlike many circuits and private driving resorts in the US, Europe and Australia, the club was not meant to be a testosterone-fuelled, male amusement park: there are play areas for children (Baby Bugatti pedal cars, naturally), and a dog park for four-legged family members. Continuing the boutique theme, there is also a wine-and-cigar club and a formal fine dining restaurant with vistas towards Mt. Fuji, no less. And those chic roadside villas on the drive in? One-to-three-bedroom private residences, nestled in lush surrounding forest, from which guests can, according to the management, “wake up to birdsong and the morning sun”.
The club’s founders, the Japanese conglomerate Cornes & Company—which through two of its subsidiaries is the official national retailer for Ferrari, Lamborghini, Porsche, Rolls-Royce and Bentley—spent many years scoping out a location that offered a unicorn combination of seclusion, understated drama and easy access to Tokyo and nearby airports. But that was never going to be enough. For Magarigawa to be special, the circuit itself had to sing.

To that end, the big cheeses recruited Formula One super-builder Hermann Tilke, the man behind tracks at Circuit of the Americas, Abu Dhabi, Saudi Arabia and Bahrain to name a few, to carve something tectonic into the 100-hectare site’s then-virgin hillside. The result is a 3.5 km ribbon of tarmac that twists through the verdant woodland of a naturally v-shaped valley, comprising 22 corners, an 800 m main straight, and descents and ascents of 16 and 20 percent respectively—including an elevation change of 250 m and a liberal sprinkling of blind corners. Exhilarating, but sans any accompanying terror.
“The track is designed to allow even novice drivers the chance to get 80 to 85 percent out of their car right away,” Japanese pro racer and official Magarigawa team member, Hideto Yasuoka, told Robb Report’s sister publication in the US when it visited in March. “It’s narrow enough that you can’t really mess up the racing line.”

For all of its world-class driving experiences and Zen amenities, Magarigawa is the only circuit on the planet where man and machine are treated with equal reverence. Adjacent to the clubhouse sits what must surely be the swankiest pit area ever conceived—a surgically clean, glass-walled, wood-panelled auto lair, home to up to 36 cars spread across 18 bays, with leather furniture and flatscreens beaming live feeds from the track, and staffed by a team of pit crew. Another two on-site storage “garages” can house a total of 450 member cars. For privacy reasons, the club is loath to reveal exact model names, but suffice to say, an Aston Martin Valkyrie hypercar holds the current track lap record.
Right now, 80 percent of the club’s members are from Japan, with the remainder hailing from Asia, Europe and the US. And while, predictably, only a handful of new recruits are admitted every year, Australian drivers with an eye for life’s finer trimmings have until June 30 to submit applications.

For those that do not make the cut, however, all is not lost. As the love affair between luxury and motor sport intensifies—à la Formula—do not be surprised if Magarigawa seeds a new phenomenon. As we speak, the $150 million Black Rock Motor Resort is under construction near Lake Macquarie, NSW (designed by Tilke also), promising a local take on upscale, members-only racetracks for 2027. The future is less grime, more glamour.

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