Current Manx Grand Prix Lap Records
| Category | Rider | Machine | Year | Time | Average speed |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Outright | Alan Jackson | Kawasaki 750 cc | 2005 | 18 mins 31.45 secs | 122.208 mph |
| Newcomers Race 'A' | Tim Venables | Honda 600 cc | 2010 | 19 mins 12.09 secs | 117.897 mph |
| Newcomers Race 'B' | Jonny Heginbotham | Kawasaki 650 cc | 2010 | 20 mins 45.29 secs | 109.073 mph |
| Post Classic Race Class (i) | Michael Dunlop | Suzuki 997 cc | 2010 | 19 mins 09.27 secs | 115.938 mph |
| Post Classic Race Class (ii) | Chris Palmer | Yamaha 250 cc | 2010 | 20 mins 15.69 secs | 111.729 mph |
| Junior Classic Race | Roy Richardson | Aermacchi 349 cc | 2010 | 21 mins 59.38 secs | 101.933 mph |
| Classic Lightweight Race | Roy Richardson | Suzuki 250 cc | 2003 | 22 mins 23.60 secs | 101.090 mph |
| Junior Manx Grand Prix | Tommy Clucas | Yamaha 600 cc | 2004 | 18 mins 49.20 secs | 120.280 mph |
| Senior Classic Race | Ryan Farquhar | Paton 499 cc | 2009 | 23 mins 49.85 secs | 108.018 mph |
| Lightweight Race | Nigel Beattie | Honda 250 cc | 2002 | 19 mins 53.8 secs | 113.770 mph |
| Ultra-Lightweight Race | Philip McGurk | Kawasaki 650 cc | 2010 | 20 mins 06.58 secs | 112.572 mph |
| Senior Manx Grand Prix | Alan Jackson | Kawasaki 750 cc | 2005 | 18 mins 31.45 secs | 122.208 mph |
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