2008 Grand Prix Motorcycle Racing Season

The 2008 Grand Prix motorcycle racing season was the 60th F.I.M. Road Racing World Championship season.

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2008 Grand Prix Motorcycle Racing Season - Participants - 125cc Participants
... No Rider Team Motorcycle Tyre 1 Gábor Talmácsi Bancaja Aspar Team Aprilia D 5 Alexis Masbou Loncin Racing Loncin D 6 Joan Olivé Belson Derbi Derbi D 7 Efrén Vázquez Blusens Aprilia Junior Aprilia D 8 ... Atlético de Madrid Aprilia D 31 Jordi Dalmau SAG Castrol Honda D 32 Blake Leigh-Smith Leigh-Smith Racing Honda D 33 Sergio Gadea Bancaja Aspar Team Aprilia D 34 Randy Krummenacher Red ... D 38 Bradley Smith Polaris World Aprilia D 39 Ferruccio Lamborghini Junior GP Racing Dream Aprilia D 40 Lorenzo Savadori RCGM Aprilia D I.C ...

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