1952 Grand Prix Motorcycle Racing Season

The 1952 Grand Prix motorcycle racing season was the fourth F.I.M. Road Racing World Championship Grand Prix season. The season consisted of eight Grand Prix races in five classes: 500cc, 350cc, 250cc, 125cc and Sidecars 500cc. It began on May 18, with Swiss Grand Prix and ended with Spanish Grand Prix on October 5.

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