Drag Races

The one downside of a drag race on the Great Ocean Highway is the crowd of concerned citizens throwing insults from the overpass. But here's the thing: if you nail that nitrous and hit those shifts, those guys will be throwing their tighty whities instead.

With nothing standing between you and a clear run down Hawick’s main drag, it’s time to slam on the gas and kick up smoke. Not only is the burnout vital for cleaning your rear tires and providing grip, it also obscures the evidence of the multiple vehicular assaults you committed on the way here.

The LS Tourist Board invites you to explore the natural wonders of the Grand Senora. Discover unique flora blooming in the 100° heat. Come upon inedible fauna clinging to life. Gasp with delight as dragsters smash the Eastern Motel sign. Natural selection is a marvel.

You can launch well, you can shift perfectly, you can time your nitrous down to a hundredth of a second, you can be the best drag racer Sandy Shores has ever seen. But the real reward? It’s the friends you write off along the way.

There are three secrets to becoming a drag race legend in San Andreas. 1) Lightning reflexes. 2) Unwavering nerves. 3) Strong cervical vertebrae. On the manic Senora Freeway, you'll need them all.

Drag racing is technically illegal in the state of San Andreas. But don’t worry, the team’s prepared. They’ve disconnected all the cameras and bribed the local cops, so unless you’re thirst trapping on Snapmatic at 150mph, no one’s gonna know…

Want to make it to that finish line? Then you better stick your shifts and pray the G’s wipe you out at just the right moment, because nobody wants to be conscious for the smell of Clucking Bell Farms at 140mph.