The 2000 Sports Racing World Cup season was the fourth season of Sports Racing World Cup (later known as the FIA Sportscar Championship). It was a series for sportscar style prototypes broken into two classes based on power and weight, called SR and SRL (or SR2). It began on March 26, 2000 and ended November 26, 2000 after 10 races. The two American rounds were run in conjunction with Grand American Road Racing Championship, using similar SR rules.
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