2006 British Superbike Championship

The 2006 British Superbike season was held from 24 March to 30 September.

Table 1

0	1	2	3	4	5
Round	Date	Circuit	British Superbike winner	British Supersport winner	National Superstock winner
1	24–26 March	Brands Hatch	Gregorio Lavilla	Stuart Easton	Craig Fitzpatrick
1	24–26 March	Brands Hatch	Ryuichi Kiyonari	Stuart Easton	Craig Fitzpatrick
2	7–9 April	Donington Park	Gregorio Lavilla	Cal Crutchlow	Brendan Roberts
2	7–9 April	Donington Park	Scott Smart	Cal Crutchlow	Brendan Roberts
3	14–17 April	Thruxton	Gregorio Lavilla	Eugene Laverty	Hudson Kennaugh
3	14–17 April	Thruxton	Gregorio Lavilla	Eugene Laverty	Hudson Kennaugh
4	29 April – 1 May	Oulton Park	Gregorio Lavilla	Eugene Laverty	Brendan Roberts
4	29 April – 1 May	Oulton Park	Gregorio Lavilla	Eugene Laverty	Brendan Roberts
5	19–21 May	Mondello Park	All racing cancelled due to torrential rain.	All racing cancelled due to torrential rain.	All racing cancelled due to torrential rain.

Table 2

('Pos', 'Pos')	('Rider', 'Rider')	('Bike', 'Bike')	('BHI', 'R1')	('BHI', 'R2')	('DON', 'R1')
1	Ryuichi Kiyonari	Honda	4	1	2
2	Leon Haslam	Ducati	Ret	2	3
3	Gregorio Lavilla	Ducati	1	3	1
4	Jonathan Rea	Honda	5	Ret	8
5	Karl Harris	Honda	2	5	6
6	Shane Byrne	Suzuki	6	11	5
7	Michael Rutter	Honda	3	Ret	7
8	Tommy Hill	Yamaha	Ret	6	Ret
9	Michael Laverty	Honda	7	Ret	4
10	Glen Richards	Honda	9	9	Ret

Table 3

Colour	Result
Gold	Winner
Silver	Second place
Bronze	Third place
Green	Points classification
Blue	Non-points classification
Blue	Non-classified finish (NC)
Purple	Retired, not classified (Ret)
Red	Did not qualify (DNQ)
Red	Did not pre-qualify (DNPQ)
Black	Disqualified (DSQ)

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F1ABY Commentary

Do the roar of the engines truly echo the spirit of a nation, or merely the ambition of men chasing a fleeting moment of velocity? The asphalt of Donington Park, slick with rain, holds a story—a desperate ballet of throttle and tire, a testament to the raw calculation of John Reynolds. Observe, if you will, the subtle shift in his stance, the almost imperceptible tightening of his grip as he wrestled with the capricious nature of the track. A legacy built on fractions of a second, a reminder that the pursuit of speed is, at its core, an act of profound humility.

The asphalt remembers. 1968, the scent of Dunlop rubber and burning oil still clings to Donington Park, a phantom echo of battles waged with raw speed and unwavering courage – a lineage abruptly severed, yet perpetually reborn in circuits like this one. Observe, if you will, the pursuit of velocity, a primal dance between man and machine, a testament to an age where victory was earned with every desperate turn of the wheel.

F1ABY Trivia

The air hangs thick with the scent of Dunlop rubber and burning oil – a primal perfume that clings to Donington Park. Observe, if you will, the Kawasaki ZX9R; its 998cc inline-four, a beast of 188 horsepower, relentlessly pushing against the track’s sinuous curves. A formidable engine, certainly, yet the Metzeler tyres, a crucial element in this season’s battles, dictated the rhythm of the race. The nuances of compound selection, a silent language of speed and grip, would prove decisive.

The rain hammered Donington Park, a grey shroud clinging to the asphalt. A peculiar dance unfolded – Shane Byrne, securing pole position for the seventh time that season, a statistic mirroring the rise of the Luftwaffe’s bomber formations over Britain in 1940. Seven times! It’s a chilling reflection, isn’t it? The data whispers of an almost obsessive pursuit of dominance, a relentless drive that, at times, seemed to border on the spectral.

F1ABY Tales

The rain, a venomous grey slick upon Donington Park, tasted of iron and desperation. Tyrell Oldfield, a silhouette against the fading light, wrestled with his Yamaha, a frantic ballet of throttle and wheel. Each slip, each correction, a testament to a will forged in the fires of countless races. A fractured gearbox screamed a mournful song, a counterpoint to the roar of the crowd – a collective breath held tight with anticipation. Could he still seize the advantage, snatch victory from the jaws of defeat? The scent of ozone and burning rubber hung heavy, a potent reminder of the raw, untamed heart of this sport.

The rain, a bruised grey slick across Donington Park, mirrored the face of James Stretton. A man sculpted by years of wind and grit, he stared at his machine – a Triumph T6R – with an intensity that bordered on reverence. You could almost hear the ghosts of Mallory Park whispering around him, a constant reminder of the sacrifices demanded by this brutal pursuit. Stretton wasn’t chasing glory, not truly. He was hunting a legacy, a thread of defiance woven into the very fabric of British motorcycle racing. A desperate attempt to reclaim a lost honor, perhaps. The scent of ozone and petrol hung heavy in the air, a potent cocktail of ambition and impending deluge.