The French Road Cycling Cup (English for Coupe de France de cyclisme sur route) is a road bicycle racing competition under the Fédération Francaise de Cyclisme (French Cycling Federation) each year since 1992. It consists of a number of standalone races in France each year. Each of these races is open for all riders, but only French riders and riders who are part of a French team are able to score points for the French Road Cycling Cup.
For the individual rankings, points are awarded to all eligible riders each race according to the following table:
| Position | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 |
| Points | 50 | 35 | 25 | 20 | 18 | 16 | 14 | 12 | 10 | 8 | 6 | 5 | 3 | 3 | 3 |
Each race, the positions of the first three riders of each French team are added to give the team position. The team with the lowest team position is the winner of the team competition for that race. E.g.: a team having their first three riders all on the podium will have a team position score of 1+2+3=6 and since no other team will have a lower team position, this team will win 12 points for the team standings. Note that only French teams can score points.
| Position | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |
| Points | 12 | 9 | 8 | 7 | 6 | 5 | 4 | 3 | 2 | 1 |
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