Stunt Races

It's a simple formula, but it works. Keep going till you see the tops of the clouds, then turn left and head downhill for a few miles until the G-force starts to detach your skin from your bones. If you're still alive and conscious after that, well, you're pretty much on your own. Good luck. Lap race for motorcycles.

Does the crushing stress of the modern world leave you feeling like the walls are closing in? Prove once and for all that it's not just in your head when your scalp gets violently sanded by the asphalt above. Claustrophobics need not apply. Stunt race for motorcycles.

There was a time when jumping through a wreath of flame on a poorly engineered chopper was enough to give even the most jaded patriot a semi. Those simple days are gone, but apply the same formula a thousand feet above an urban area in the middle of the night and you stand a decent chance of a sudden rush of blood to the crotch. Spectacular stunt race for bikes.

You can find anything you want at the LS docklands if you look hard enough. Cut price hallucinogens? Check. Bargain basement STIs? Check. Unlicensed cosmetic surgeons? Check. A stunt race with enough ups, downs, tilts and drops to make you need all of the above? Check, check, check. Lapped race for motorcycles.

Back on the starting grid you were still a child. By the end of the first descent you were already a man - or possibly a woman, it's hard to tell. By the time you cross the finish line you are, to all intents and purposes, dead. In between, gravity and madness did their work as only a San Andreas stunt race can guarantee. Point to point for sports cars.

Left or right? High road or low road? Strike out alone or stick with the pack? This is a track for members of the free world - because if the American dream is about anything, it's about the freedom to make a series of largely meaningless choices while in a bloodthirsty competition with a bunch of strangers. Lap race for motocycles.

Between the mayhem and carnage of a track packed with the kind of lunatics who take a swig of Terroil while filling up their tank, is there a better time to truly appreciate the structural integrity of the La Puerta Freeway? No. There's not. Stunt race for sportscars.

White water rafting is for eco-liberals and cowards. Get to know the real Raton Canyon as you plunge through this relentless Stunt Race for super cars with up to fifteen other nature lovers.

After an expensive lobbying campaign, the race organizers have managed to exempt this race from the yearly San Andreas road fatality statistics. Because if you decide a big ass truck should take on aerobatics, you get what's coming to you. Stunt race for off-road vehicles.

Mount Chiliad has inspired artists, hippies and death cults for generations, but until now it's offered precious little for the key Los Santos demographic: reckless supercar enthusiasts. All that changes with this towering stunt race over the iconic peak of San Andreas.

Time to wave to all your friends at the FIB as you get some turbo-charged air time over their HQ. Bonus points if you moon an informant out the passenger window. Stunt race for sports cars over the heart of the city.

Clear your throat, loosen your tie, and inform the AGM that you will finish strategizing as you hit G-force. It's time to take business outside. Is anyone taking notes? Stunt race for supercars.

Inspired by postmodern nonlinear French architecture, this is what you get when you feed your architect on nothing but Deludamol and Blêuter'd then watch as he flatlines into the scale model. In other words, a work of genius, and one hell of a stunt race for muscle cars.

You can never have too much of a good thing, especially when that thing is a gravity-defying loop-the-loop over Fort Zancudo. Kiss your already fragile grip on the laws of physics goodbye on this intense stunt race for super cars.

Halfway through yet another corkscrew above Downtown LS, unable to see anything more than the next 10 feet of track, struggling not to black out, you might find yourself wondering what life choices led you to this point. Because whatever they are, they were clearly excellent. Stunt race for super cars.

Two groups of crazed speed freaks take two routes around one track competing for one spot at the top of the podium. What could possibly go right? Stunt race for Muscle cars.

When the next planeload of tourists flies into San Andreas, what do you want their first impression to be? The natural drama of cliffs, mountains and ocean? Or you and a bunch of nutjobs driving supercars around a giant wall in the middle of the sea? Thought so.

The great woodlands of San Andreas are one of our most bountiful resources, providing an endless supply of endangered timber, plenty of discreet hideaways for doomsday cults, and now some of the most suicidal dirt bike jumps in the country. Stunt race for bikes.

Somewhere thousands of feet above the Pacific Ocean, up there with migrating birds and the government-financed chemtrails, there's a nutjob falling out of the sky in a million-dollar supercar. But there's a smile on his face, because he's winning. That nutjob could be you. Believe. Lapped race for supercars.

It's the test of a real stunt driver: you can navigate tunnels, jumps, boosts and loops, but can you do it with a bucket's worth of puke on the inside of your windshield? This point-to-point stunt race for super cars is engineered to answer that all-important question, and pretty much nothing else.

After a long day in the office hoping the IT guy won't check your search history, there's nothing more invigorating than the touch of the ocean breeze and the smell of salt water as it washes over a race track and floods your engine. Stunt race for sports cars. Pro tip: bring your bikini bottoms.

Time to ditch the private jet, saddle up, and learn a thing or two about corporate dominance with this stunt race for bikes through, around and over almost every skyscraper in central LS.

You do what you need to do to get ahead. Whether that's extortion, prostitution, or winning a brutal stunt race for sports cars in, through, round and over every landmark in the Los Santos business district. And hey, no one said you couldn't do all three.

Enhanced interrogation techniques have come a long way since the early days of putting a black bag over your head and leaving you in a washer dryer for a few hours. If you're not ready to spill your guts after this stunt race for super cars over Fort Zancudo, it's probably because they're busy hosing you off the main runway.

Close your eyes and get caught up in a fast-moving wave of excitement and optimism that'll take you to the very pinnacle of the banking sector. What goes up never comes crashing down. Seriously, this can only end well. Stunt race for the Sports class.

At some point, every wannabe rally driver in Los Santos has found themselves burning to death in a very expensive supercar halfway down Mount Chiliad. Well break out your flame-retardant suit, because this time you're going to need track precision, off-road reflexes and the ability to fly a superbike like it's an attack chopper. Point to point stunt race for motorcycles.

There's nothing quite like driving through Los Santos at night. What the guide books don't tell you is that the best route is an elaborate stunt race, the best altitude is around 2000 feet, and the best vehicle is a twitchy, race-tuned motorbike. Time to break out your Snapmatic.

As ever in the Golden State, you've got two choices: use every dirty trick in the book to cling to the high life, or duke it out with all the other schmucks in the gutter. You should have gotten good at this by now. Stunt race on two levels for bikes.

Sure 2000cc superbikes weren't designed to spend this much time flying through the air above industrial docklands, but every step of evolutionary progress is tough on the pioneers. Jump-heavy point to point stunt race.

The Ferris wheels and the Roller coasters are all very nice, but you're looking for the wholesome family day out you couldn't get anywhere else. Drop your candy edibles, fight your way past the buskers and the tourists, and jump on board this brutal little off-shore stunt race for super cars.

There's a fine line between an epic descent and falling uncontrollably out of the sky, and which side you're on is going to depend on talent, judgement and just how hard the other guy is trying to kill you. Classic point to point stunt race for super cars.

Who hasn't stood in the heart of Los Santos and looked up, past the tops of the skyscrapers, through the blanket of smog, deep into the rapidly deteriorating ozone and thought yes, that's an ideal starting point for a stunt race? Don't get used to the view - you'll be down again real soon. Point to point stunt race for supercars.

When it's not being used as the entry point for half the meth in the state, the Sandy Shores airfield is just the kind of big open space that makes you stop and ask yourself what happens when a pack of fragile sports cars charge into some 30ft bowling pins. Buckle up and watch the magic happen.

As the next gigantic ramp gives you ten straight seconds of air time over the Grand Senora desert, there's only one question worth asking: why doesn't all rally racing take itself this seriously? Stunt race for the Omnis and Tropos.

They say we have a lot to learn from nature. But once you've seen a dozen hypercars in turbo-charged flight above the Raton Canyon skyline, it seems pretty clear that nature has a lot more to learn from us. Lap race for super cars.

In an effort to distract the health and safety board from endemic violations, the Palmer-Taylor Power Station has agreed to host a tribute to the power and beauty of fossil fuels. The advice? Ride this race like it's your last, because if the jumps don't get you the noxious fumes will. Stunt race for motorcycles.

It's the kind of board meeting that's at the heart of a rock-solid economy. Just strap yourself into a million dollars of supercar, wash down a handful of plant food with a can of junk, black out whipping round the outside of the Maze Bank Tower, and then make some really sensible investment decisions. Lap race for supercars.

You are the sum of your choices, so make them count. Inside line or outside line? Red route or yellow route? Steer with your left and crack one off with your right, or the other way round? Stunt race for the Grotti Brioso: this is one for the decision makers.

Experience the majesty of nature as it hurtles by your window in the kind of nauseating blur that's sure to leave a smile on your face and your dinner on the dashboard. Stunt race for classic sportscars.

Who said you have to venture out into the middle of the Pacific in a force ten gale to feel so sea sick you want to die? That special inside out feeling is available right here on this coastal stunt race for bikes.

Sure, exploding cars and the screams of the dying can be a little distracting. And that six pack of 48hr energy shots you nailed earlier ain't helping. But keeping your focus is your only chance on this tight and technical stunt race for bikes through every level of Los Santos.

No, it's not a side effect of your IBS meds, you really are getting tunnel vision, and it's because you're moving at incredible speed through a ten-story tunnel in the middle of nowhere. Self-explanatory stunt race for bikes.

Are you susceptible to paranoia? Feel like the walls are closing in? Often have the sense you're trapped with no escape? Come play this stunt race for muscle cars and give your neuroses something to really latch onto.

The problem with outstanding natural beauty is that it can distract you from the perfect racing line. And there's nothing like a six-foot wide, hundred-foot tall trench for keeping your focus firmly on the carcinogenic waste belching out of the superbike in front. Point to point stunt race for motorcycles.

Any old amateur can hit top speed on their way through a fully operational wind farm. What takes really big, dumb balls is seizing every opportunity to get battered out of the sky by a stray turbine arm along the way. Off-road stunt race around RON Alternates. Helmets advised.

The Los Santos coastline is about so much more than golden sand, contaminated water and steroid abuse. It's also a perfect backdrop for laps of a winding stunt race where any mistake will send you and your million dollar supercar to the bottom of the sea. Hey, it beats the Ferris wheel.

How much G-force is too much G-force, and wouldn't you like to know first-hand? If you answered "there's no such thing" and "hell yeah" then you're the ideal participant to run in this phase 2 clinical trial. You can rest assured the scientific findings will be greatly appreciated when they scoop you out the driver's seat. Stunt race for supercars.

Give it the D. Put the D in Vinewood. Get up close and personal with a massive D. Drive a motorbike at breakneck speed through the D of the Vinewood sign. Surprisingly, that last one is not a joke. You know what to do. Stunt Point to Point for bikes.

Every intern at the Union Depository has the same dream as they stare out of their cubicle window: someday, if they work really hard and apply themselves, they'll be the one turbo-charging up the outside of the building with all the other captains of industry and finance. So give 'em something to shoot for on this lap race for super cars.

A few massive slingshots and vertical drops around Mount Chiliad will play havoc with a full stomach. Time to skip lunch... and breakfast... and to pack a change of underwear. Point to Point stunt race for the sports class.