Current Lap Records
| Category | Rider(s) | Machine | Year | Time | Average speed |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Outright | John McGuinness | Honda CBR1000RR | 2009 | 17:12.30 | 131.578 miles per hour (211.754 km/h) |
| TT Superbike | Conor Cummins | 2008 Kawasaki ZX10 1000 cc | 2010 | 17:12.83 | 131.511 miles per hour (211.646 km/h) |
| Supersport TT | Michael Dunlop | Yamaha 600 cc | 2010 | 17:42.52 | 127.836 miles per hour (205.732 km/h) |
| Lightweight TT (Snaefell) | John McGuinness | Honda | 1999 | 19:18.2 | 118.29 miles per hour (190.37 km/h) |
| Lightweight TT (Billown) | Chris Palmer | Honda | 2009 | 2' 29.068 | 102.321 miles per hour (164.670 km/h) |
| Ultra-Lightweight TT (Snaefell) | Chris Palmer | Honda | 2004 | 20:20.87 | 110.52 miles per hour (177.86 km/h) |
| Ultra-Lightweight TT (Billown) | Ian Lougher | Honda | 2009 | 20:39.291 | 94.911 miles per hour (152.744 km/h) |
| Senior TT | John McGuinness | Honda CBR1000RR | 2009 | 17:12.30 | 131.578 miles per hour (211.754 km/h) |
| TT Superstock | Ian Hutchinson | Honda CBR1000RR | 2010 | 17:18.91 | 130.741 miles per hour (210.407 km/h) |
| TT Zero | Michael Rutter | MotoCzysz E1pc | 2012 | 21:45.33 | 104.056 miles per hour (167.462 km/h) |
| Sidecar TT | Nick Crowe and Daniel Sayle |
LCR Honda 600 Sidecar | 2007 | 19:24.24 | 116.667 miles per hour (187.757 km/h) |
Read more about this topic: Isle Of Man TT
Famous quotes containing the words current, lap and/or records:
“Liberty, as it is conceived by current opinion, has nothing inherent about it; it is a sort of gift or trust bestowed on the individual by the state pending good behavior.”
—Mary McCarthy (1912–1989)
“Four and twenty at her back
And they were a’ clad out in green;
Tho the King of Scotland had been there
The warst o’ them might hae been his Queen.
On we lap and awa we rade
Till we cam to yon bonny ha’
Whare the roof was o’ the beaten gold
And the floor was o’ the cristal a’.”
—Unknown. The Wee Wee Man (l. 21–28)
“Although crowds gathered once if she but showed her face,
And even old men’s eyes grew dim, this hand alone,
Like some last courtier at a gypsy camping-place
Babbling of fallen majesty, records what’s gone.”
—William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)