by Regina and Sabrina Webb
Loud crowd, pounding hearts, wide eyes, and anxious minds. The thirty-second board tilting sideways followed by the sound of the bikes wide open with exhaust filling the air just before the gate drops; these are some of our favorite moments while sitting in the crowd cheering our brother on. You heard that right. Sitting, comfortably amongst the crowd. It took us eight years to move our asses out of our seats and down onto the track to get this experience firsthand, and that was eight years too long!
Racing. Something we always defined as “Cody’s thing,” not ours. We went to races to support Cody. To hand him that water and a spoonful of peanut butter he desperately needed between motos. To lighten up the mood and make him laugh when times were tense. And to support him with whatever he needed at any given moment. Racing was something Cody was flawless at, so why should we step in to try and carry the family name when Cody did it so well himself already? We were quite comfortable sitting in the stands, cheering him on. We didn’t think that could ever be us out there.
Don’t get us wrong, we loved that racing was “Cody’s thing.” It’s something that brought and keeps us close together as a family. We love going to events, traveling to new places, seeing all our friends, and the adrenaline rush that engulfs us every time we watch him line up on the start gate. We weren’t even racing, yet the emotions and feelings one gets on race day was our favorite drug. We were born into a racing family as they say, it’s in our blood. If one of our future husbands proposed to us while he was on the podium, we’d probably consider it a dream proposal! The racing environment is simply our favorite one to be in.
When we showed up to the races to support Cody, we were always approached by the question “When are you girls going to ride?” Followed by “Come on, you have to try, your Cody Webb’s sisters.” Sure we used the we’re “Cody Webb’s sisters” card several times to get us into cool events like Erzberg, but we were tired of being called only that and we wanted to make a name for ourselves. Eventually we were taunted by it enough to finally try to make racing our thing.
After more than a decade of not riding, in January of 2015, both of us finally had our own bikes again (2003 KTM 200s) and began going to our local OHV area called Hollister Hills. We’ve never yet experienced love at first site, but that first time back to riding sure seemed close enough. There was never a bad day when out riding. Even when we crashed, we’d end up rolling around on the ground crying of laughter about it. We never felt so free, and our sister bond rooted deep into a friendship we can’t seem to live without. We loved the challenge of going up a huge hillclimb, or conquering the hardest known trail at the park.
Once we became comfortable enough on our bikes, we decided to sign up for some local D36 Hare Scrambles. At our second round, we both ended up crashing off the same cliff and injuring the same body parts putting us out on recovery mode for several weeks. It didn’t end pretty—our bikes were shredded and our bodies were torn. Thank goodness we had two of the best mechanics in the business (our dad and Cody) to get our bikes back into perfect shape.
After those crashes, our parents weren’t too happy about the “fast-type” hare scramble race, and mentioned that we should try endurocross. After much talk and debate, we committed to sign-up for our first ever Endurocross in the Fall of 2015. It would be in Sacramento, a local race, where our friends and family would be there to fully support us. It sounded like the perfect opportunity to finally try one, and we decided to keep it a secret to surprise everyone. We healed up, finished our school semesters in May, traveled to Europe for a few weeks, and by June for the first time ever, we were training 2-3 times a week for Endurocross. We had only four months to learn all that we could and become comfortable with Endurocross obstacles, but we were ready for the challenge. Each time we rode, we got better and it didn’t take long to fall in love with the sport. For the first time, we finally thought that racing maybe could be our sport, and our excitement for the Sacramento Endurocross soared through the roof.
We could not have asked for a better first Endurocross race. Well, the weather may have been a little hot (in the hundreds) but we were completely surrounded with the best support crew and never once stopped smiling. Everyone was so awesome—even all the Endurocross employees and media crew were encouraging. One full day of complete exhaustion yet we were hooked and eager to try another one.
We finished the year out by competing in three Endurocross races, all where we typically finished right behind the top girls. Looking back, we can’t believe it took us eight years to finally gather up the courage to get out there and just race! We had the talent (enough of it), resources, and support, so why hadn’t we committed earlier? Sure we would probably be much better now, but we doubted ourselves. We learned the comfort zone is a beautiful place, but nothing ever grows there. Endurocross forced us to want to be adventurous and try new things. If at some points in life you don’t ask yourself “What have I gotten myself into?” then you’re not doing it right. We aren’t the strongest or the fastest out there, but we give it our all each time and when all is said and done, we made racing our thing. Endurocross is one of the most physically, mentally, and emotionally demanding sports we have ever been a part of, but it’s something we plan to continue. As of now it won’t be anything full-time, but you best believe you’ll see us at a few rounds and when you do, you just may want to join in on our pre-race dance party. No invitation necessary.
Racing has definitely made a positive impact on our lives. We have developed friendships with some amazing people who we now call our riding buddies and it has brought out a friendship between the two of us that will always be cherished for the rest of our lives. Our friends whom don't take part in the sport of riding, think that we are totally nuts but are pumped for us every time we have a race. The only barrier when going riding together is when we have to unload/load our bikes into the pickup... The struggle is real. We sure do get a good laugh though, I'm sure the onlookers do as well. When we aren't riding you can find us in the mountains or on the beach hiking and walking. We enjoy spontaneous trips into town to grab some Yogurtland, and you can bet we are singing our heads off to T-Swift the whole ride there and back. We like to have a good time and will be the first ones on the dance floor at any party (especially if you put on Whip a Nae Nae).
Thanks for taking the time to read about our ordinary yet a little nutty lifestyles. If you've made it this far down the blog, we hope you learned that we are just two basic California girls that find joy in riding dirt bikes and refuse to get famous by posting pics in bikinis on Instagram or overusing the “We’re Cody Webb’s sisters” line. You’re welcome.
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Regina Webb is a 20-year-old full-time college student and part time employee at the local KTM Dealership Moore and Sons Motorcycles in Santa Cruz, CA.
Sabrina Webb is a 23-year-old college graduate with a Major in Health Services Administration and a Minor in Business. She currently works for San Benito County as an Emergency Services Specialist.