- published: 10 Jun 2016
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Road Racing World Championship Grand Prix is the premier championship of motorcycle road racing. It is currently divided into three classes: MotoGP, Moto2 and Moto3. All three classes use four-stroke engines. In 2010, 250cc two-strokes were replaced by the new Moto2 600cc four-stroke class. In 2012, 125cc two-strokes were replaced by the Moto3 250cc four-stroke class with maximum weight limit 65 kilos with gas, and the engine capacity for MotoGP increased from 800cc to 1000cc.
Grand Prix motorcycles are purpose-built racing machines that are neither available for purchase by the general public nor can be ridden legally on public roads. This contrasts with the various production-based categories of racing, such as the Superbike World Championship, that feature modified versions of road-going motorcycles available to the public.
A Road Racing World Championship Grand Prix was first organized by the Fédération Internationale de Motocyclisme (FIM) in 1949. The commercial rights are now owned by Dorna Sports, with the FIM remaining as the sport sanctioning body. Teams are represented by the International Road Racing Teams Association (IRTA) and manufacturers by the Motorcycle Sport Manufacturers Association (MSMA). Rules and changes to regulations are decided between the four entities, with Dorna casting a tie-breaking vote. In cases of technical modifications, the MSMA can unilaterally enact or veto changes by unanimous vote among its members. These 4 entities compose the Grand Prix Commission.
Trabaje por muchos anos, trabaje para el patron
Sin ganar mucho dinero y perdiendo my ambicion
Mas me vale una cancion
Que trabajar para el negrero siendo un pobre peon
Y si soy pobre pero no soy peon
Prefier la pobreza que vivir para el patron
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Cuando estaba en la escuela
Para un mejor manana
Pero el manana nunca fue mejor
Estoy vivendo de mal en peor
I hate the man
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A month ago I quit my job
and I swore that I'd never go back
'Cause even if I die tomorrow
There won't be sorrow
'Cause I'll no long be living
With a dream crushed by the man
I hate the man
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