Cindy Gibbs...A True "Nostalgia Nitroholic"
Nostalgia Drag World is proud to announce that Cindy Gibbs, with her experiences from growing up as a drag racing “brat” to her time in drag strip operations, has joined us as a contributor. Cindy, or “Cinders” as she’s known to her fans and friends, will be bringing her thoughts, ideas, and love of nostalgia drag racing regularly to our magazine. She tells us she’ll also have stories and insight into the women behind the men in drag racing as well as the distaff racers themselves. Here’s an introduction from Cinders……
Hi, my name is Cindy Gibbs…and I’m a Nitroholic.
I’ve suffered from this affliction as long as I can remember. From the very first taste, I was hooked.
The high? Indescribable!
An out-of-this-world sensory overload that sears its way into your brain and never leaves you. Powerful, moving…an aphrodisiac, to be honest.
I suppose if you are logged on here, you suffer from the same affliction. So, no need for me to continue with the symptoms. You get it.
As the daughter of NHRA’s Steve Gibbs, I am privileged to have the sport of drag racing running through my veins. It is a gift he has given me, and one that I hope to never take for granted. If you know me, you know how I feel about this man. If you know him, you feel the same way.
I’ve heard him say ‘The sport has been very good to me…and I think I’ve been good to it’…truer words were never spoken. An indelible mark he has left, for all of us to enjoy.
I have always felt that I have something to offer this community as well. I need to be near it and I want to be involved. I am no gearhead, meaning I have no earthly clue how those engines run. Don’t talk to me about gear ratios and bore size as my expression will go blank. It’s the complete package…running, pounding the ground that gets my attention.
And then there are the people…the people making it happen.
And that is where the love of the sport takes on the most meaning for me…the connection we feel to this ‘family’ of ours. If you’ve ever been to the California Hot Rod Reunion, you know what I’m talking about. If you haven’t, put it on your bucket list. You won’t be sorry.
Cacklefest…it’s the highlight of the weekend, yes. But for me, the weekend is a Lovefest. Everywhere you look you’ll see familiar faces with the same glazed-over expression, anxious for their ‘next hit’. You are in good company and you are not alone. Everyone loves you and you love them back. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much; by Sunday, your throat’s sore from breathing in so much nitromethane…and from talking too much.
The lifelong friendships that have been formed trackside are some of the most meaningful. You organically understand each other; no need to apologize for your addiction…everyone suffers with you and you embrace your sickness together. You relate on a deeper level than you may with ‘blood’ relatives…in fact, you may even spend more time with them.
And that’s what I hope to do here, by spending more time with you. This is my introduction…next time we can dig a little deeper.
Hi, my name is Cindy Gibbs…and I’m excited to be here.
NDW – by Cindy Gibbs