1960 Grand Prix Motorcycle Racing Season

The 1960 Grand Prix motorcycle racing season was the 12th F.I.M. Road Racing World Championship Grand Prix season. The season consisted of seven Grand Prix races in five classes: 500cc, 350cc, 250cc, 125cc and Sidecars 500cc. It began on May 22, with French Grand Prix and ended with Nations Grand Prix in Italy on September 11.

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