I had lunch with my mother in law the other day and we got to talking about how we met online, our rather odd long distance dating, and the sense of adventure her mother never knew she had.
Jodi dreamed of seeing the world for as long as I'd known her but growing up with three siblings and parents on a budget the only traveling they did was an annual camping trip to a nearby park and a few weekends in Cape Cod. We had been dating not quite a year when I was invited to a friend's wedding in Charlotte. Her best friend was in South Carolina whole her husband finished school at Clemson and my best friend was in Norfolk so I suggested we take a ride down to see them. She could hardly contain herself and we spent the next couple months planning our trip.
It went nearly perfect and once she saw what was possible she was constantly thinking of new places to see. We loaded her Escort up and made the drive to Charlotte in a day. We were tired but when we checked in to the hotel the clerk said there was an event at the speedway. If you bought some leftover merchandise from the race teams money went to charity and you could lap the speedway. We got there just as it was wrapping up, bought some T-shirts and wound out the little teal caras hard as she would go, probably high 90s but the giggling and smiles were priceless. While I was a huge nascar fan she had only known of it through me and didn't follow it until then. The next day at the wedding she sat with some of my old racing friends as we told stories, and Kenny Wallace and his wife who were the nicest people imaginable and made her a fan for life.
The next few days we did shop tours where we ran into Jeff Gordon, who again she didn't know and kept referring to him as the guy that gave us ice cream. He had Edy's ice cream as a sponsor and there was a cooler in the lobby where we bumped into him and he handed us some.
After dragging her through most of Charlotte we headed to her friend's in Greenville. They spent a few days catching up at the house and we took a few trips hitting the BMW museum and some local historic sites.
Then we took the long way to Richmond so we could hit the Petty Museum in Level Cross. It had been closed in the way down and I am a big Richard Perry fan so it was disappointing. When we got there Jodi realized she left her purse with most of our money, cards, etc at Bob Evans where we stopped for lunch. It took us about an hour from lunch to the museum so I told her we'd go back when we were done but she was very nervous. The nice ladies at the counter started talking to Jodi Gump and then yelling at me, I was being thrown out of the museum by Linda Petty, Mrs. The King. She gave us directions so it only took about 20 minutes each way, possibly through someone's field, and stayed open until we got back, so it wasn't a total loss.
From there we took some two lane road across the state of Virginia that was painfully long getting to Norfolk at about 3am. We were on our own the next day while everyone was at work so she wanted to see the Cheasepeak Bridge Tunnel. Jodi was so impressed with it she had me go back and forth several times and each time we stopped to watch the water from the rest area in the middle. The next day we hit a doll house store, she was big into doll houses at the time, a cruise around the harbor, and then we went shooting. She had never shot a gun before so when my friend suggested it she had to try it. I don't know if anyone else did any shooting that day, I just kept reloading and sighting for her until the range was ready to close. From there we headed home and she just kept talking about where else we could go and how she didn't know you could just pack up and go places so easily. The rest of our life she remained every bit as enthusiastic about every trip whether it was a ride around town or a thousand miles away. That sense of wonder and amazement at everything around her made life so much fun every day.
Our first goofy roadside pictures, November 1998 in Gaffney SC.