An aviation room works because the hardware holds up at close range. Instrument faces were laid out to be read in a hurry, rivet lines follow load paths, and a wingtip has its shape for reasons that have nothing to do with taste. Nobody has to explain the appeal of a thing built to a number rather than to a style guide.
The same reflex explains why a certain kind of drinker in a certain kind of bar stops mid sentence when something low and loud goes past outside. Supercars get drawn under constraints a pilot would recognize. Air is routed rather than shoved. Weight is argued over by the gram. The driver sits in a cockpit surrounded by structure, in a seating position set by the chassis instead of by comfort. Take the engine cover off a mid engine car and the packaging problem looks a lot like a nacelle.
Las Vegas is one of the few American cities where those cars are working inventory instead of magazine photos. They get washed, fueled, scheduled and handed to strangers, which means a curious person can go sit in one this week rather than someday. Readers who have wondered where the Ferraris and Lamborghinis in Strip photos actually come from may find it useful that a locally owned outfit rents exotics and supercars by the day, with pickup on the Strip and a second location downtown on Fremont Street.
What surprises aviation people first is rarely the speed. It is the ergonomics. Pedals sit offset, the wheel is small, sightlines over the nose are worse than in any Cessna, and you place the front corners partly from memory. A mid engine car also changes direction from its middle, so it pivots under you instead of swinging a tail around behind you. That takes about ten minutes to trust and then feels obvious.
For anyone building a Vegas weekend around live music, the order matters. Drive in daylight when the desert roads are open and the light is worth something, then park the thing and go listen to a band. Loud engines and loud amplifiers compete for the same part of your attention, and only one of them has a curfew. Valet lines after midnight are their own kind of holding pattern, so ask where a car like that sleeps before you book the day.