Spet 2010 - Tucker Hibbert
Spet 2010 - Tucker Hibbert
Spet 2010 - Tucker Hibbert
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I tried playing<br />
baseball when I<br />
was a kid - I<br />
wasn’t very good.<br />
I think it had<br />
something to do<br />
with my constant<br />
daydreaming of<br />
riding and racing<br />
my snowmobile<br />
and dirt bike. Maybe it was because<br />
my brain wasn’t wired for traditional<br />
sports. Or maybe it was because my<br />
dad was a snowmobile racer and dirt<br />
bike rider and I wanted to be just like<br />
him. Whatever the reason, I wasn’t<br />
meant to play baseball or any other<br />
traditional sport.<br />
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GROWING UP FARMER<br />
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After multiple Kitty Cat<br />
hood/windshield repairs and<br />
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replacements, my dad decided that I<br />
was better off riding without the hood.<br />
He also taught me how to ride my<br />
50cc three-wheeler in the middle of a<br />
plowed field. I got on and held it wide<br />
open and turned the bars without<br />
letting off the throttle. The result was a<br />
bloody face, tears and most<br />
importantly, respect for the power of<br />
my machine. Another favorite<br />
summertime activity was going to the<br />
lake when we weren’t super busy<br />
farming. We rode jet skis, played in<br />
the sand and water and made lunch<br />
over a campfire. I even tried water<br />
skiing a few times which turned out to<br />
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I grew up on a potato farm on the<br />
Idaho/Wyoming border where I split<br />
my after school time between helping<br />
on the farm, tearing around on<br />
bicycles, going to the lake, and my<br />
personal favorite; getting on anything<br />
with an engine and pushing it to the<br />
limit (and usually past the limit). I was<br />
riding my three-wheeler and Kitty Cat<br />
at 18 months, and it was all my dad<br />
could do to keep them in running<br />
order between full-time farming and<br />
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racing snowmobiles. He would turn<br />
me loose for a bit and then repair the >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>><br />
damage so I could get back on and As a kid, I remember watching my<br />
tear up more of the lawn.<br />
dad race snowmobiles a few times<br />
when we lived in Idaho. I didn’t pay a<br />
lot of attention to his races or<br />
understand how good he was.<br />
Apparently, I was more interested in<br />
seeing what kind of mischief I could<br />
get into with my cousins. My most<br />
vivid memory of my dad racing is the<br />
hill climb in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. I<br />
used to ride to the top of the mountain<br />
on the chair lift and then slide back<br />
down on my butt. This routine would<br />
continue all day long with the<br />
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occasional pit stop at the concessions<br />
to get my fill of candy and pop for<br />
even more sliding energy.<br />
I started to realize how good my<br />
dad was after he made a few very<br />
successful trips to Minnesota to race<br />
snowmobiles against the world’s best<br />
racers. In 1990, after my dad proved<br />
his racing abilities, my parents<br />
decided it was time to move our family<br />
to Minnesota for the winter so he<br />
could compete in all the premiere<br />
races. As a first grader, I started and<br />
attended the first few months of<br />
school in Alta, Wyoming. When the<br />
snow started to fly, we packed up<br />
everything we needed for the winter,<br />
loaded it into a pickup truck and trailer<br />
and headed east.<br />
Moving from Wyoming to Minnesota<br />
was quite the adventure for me and<br />
it's something I’ll never forget. My dad<br />
had a deluxe truck topper with a<br />
carpeted bed liner kit that included<br />
storage compartments, a padded<br />
sleeping platform and an airtight<br />
gasket to seal the gap between the<br />
topper and the truck rear window. The<br />
truck topper kit/apartment was the<br />
filled with four kids, a dog, Barbie<br />
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dolls, candy, Legos, Battle Ship and a<br />
burlap sack of potatoes. I remember<br />
crawling back and forth between the<br />
truck and the topper, and having all kinds<br />
of fun. Once we arrived in Minnesota, we<br />
settled into a house that was owned by<br />
then Team Arctic Cat Race Director, Joey<br />
Halstrom. My Mom got us set up in<br />
school right away in Thief River Falls,<br />
and my Dad began working with Arctic<br />
Cat on the race sleds in preparation for<br />
the upcoming season.<br />
Being a little kid, it wasn’t hard for me<br />
to adapt to all the changes we made, but<br />
it must have been hard for my parents.<br />
They had to organize and manage<br />
schooling for four kids at two different<br />
schools, learn their way around a new<br />
town where they didn’t know anyone,<br />
survive through a Minnesota winter, and<br />
tackle the challenges of a full racing<br />
schedule in an unfamiliar region. We<br />
managed just fine. We all made new<br />
friends, did well in school, grew to love<br />
Thief River Falls, didn’t freeze to death,<br />
and my dad had a very successful<br />
snowmobile race season which included<br />
winning the I-500 cross country race. A<br />
big factor that made our seasonal<br />
transition easier was all the giving people<br />
at Arctic Cat, along with their families that<br />
took care of us like we were family.<br />
At the end of the race season, we<br />
loaded everything we had back into that<br />
same truck and trailer, and made the trip<br />
back west to finish the school year and<br />
get ready for a summer of farming. This<br />
was the routine for the next four years.<br />
From 1990 to 1994 (first through fifth<br />
grade for me) we moved back and forth<br />
between Idaho and Minnesota so my Dad<br />
could race snowmobiles in the winter and<br />
farm in the summer. Every year, I would<br />
start school in Wyoming, transfer to<br />
Minnesota, and finish up in Wyoming. For<br />
me it was exciting to move back and<br />
forth, but looking back, I can’t imagine the<br />
challenge it was for my parents.<br />
Over those five years, I went to almost<br />
all of my Dad’s races and became<br />
fascinated by racing and learning about<br />
how to win. From what I’m told, I became<br />
well known in the pits by running around<br />
from trailer to trailer. My favorite thing to<br />
do was polishing the rider’s helmets and<br />
goggles. I think I typically overextended<br />
my welcome with Tasmanian devil level<br />
hyper-activity. I had the same level of<br />
activity at home too. After school, I would<br />
finish my homework as fast as I could,<br />
then spend every available second<br />
before bedtime riding my snowmobile. I<br />
had tracks everywhere that were worn<br />
clear down to the grass. I'd ride lap after<br />
lap, daydreaming about winning a race<br />
and taking a victory lap while standing on<br />
the seat of my sled. I remember my Mom<br />
flashing the porch light to let me know it<br />
was time for bed. I usually pretended that<br />
I didn’t see it at first so I could ride<br />
longer. I learned quickly that I had to be<br />
careful not to push it too hard because I<br />
needed her to make runs to town to fill<br />
up the gas cans so I could keep riding.<br />
A lot of things happened in those five<br />
years that shaped me into the person I<br />
am today. As a family we went through a<br />
lot of changes and challenges, but we<br />
always survived and in the process, grew<br />
closer as a family and stronger as<br />
individuals. The changes kept on<br />
coming and in 1995, another<br />
major change was upon us… but<br />
I’ll leave that story for the next<br />
issue of OSM.<br />
To learn more about<br />
<strong>Tucker</strong>, his career, sponsors,<br />
and his latest exploits,<br />
visit his website at<br />
www.tucker-hibbert.com