Chelsea looked around when she heard the voice. It barely registered with her that someone had spoken to her at first, but she let the bar down with a grunt and looked over at the voice. "What?" She looked down at her shirt, barely remembering what she was wearing. "Oh, yeah, definitely. I was more a fan of his daddy, but you know..." She tried not to let her eyes tear up too much thinking about that horrible accident back in '01. She scooched herself up and rested her back against the machine, her legs still straddling the bench. "I keep it in the family, at least." She wiped her hand off on a towel then reached out to the newcomer. "Chelsea. And you better not be a Jeff Gordon fan," she said with a smile and a giggle. It was always nice to meet another race fan, especially if it's another woman.