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Get The Prize: Life Lessons Learned From Racing
Learn my husband Bobby’s take on marriage and relationships in his series “Life Lessons Learned From Racing.” He is a professional race car driver who also happens to be a terrific husband. You can read our racing story and see a 5-minute video of our first national win in my post “Be There”. Lori One of the best moments in my career came courtesy of ESPN. I was on a hot streak and was getting a lot of TV time. (To get air time in Alcohol Funny Car, you had to not only qualify for the race, but win first round. The TV coverage started in the second round.) It was…
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Healing Rain On Barren Land – My Story of Infertility
I always dreamed of being married and having children. My husband had similar dreams. Once Bobby and I married, we waited to start a family. Our goal was to further our careers. Racing is an all-consuming passion, and it takes from you as much as you give it. Bobby was passionately pursuing his dream – the one that God gave him as a young child. I essentially had two jobs – my job in the corporate world and as Business Manager for the racing operation. We delayed parenting, but finally came the day when we agreed to put aside the birth control. The months and years passed. No baby. I…
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Two Worst Days in Bed
Bobby and I have spent the whole day in bed together twice. Neither was for a romantic reason, but both resulted in romance. I’ll share the other story at the end. This time was in 1997 and was the day after one of our worst days racing. When we decided that we were going funny car racing, Bobby called Harry. Harry was an acquaintance at the time but became Bobby’s mentor and in many ways, just like a dad. He was an NHRA national record holder and knew his stuff. He gave Bobby advice like “Sit in a funny car with the body down first. You’ll know right away if you…
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Long Line of Love
These pictures, taken at two different times, are remarkably similar. One is of my parents-in-law, and the other is of my husband and me. However, while the look of these pictures may be coincidental, the story these pictures reveal indeed IS NOT. I met my husband in September of 1981, and three months later, I was on my way to Western New York to meet his whole family for Christmas. I was a wreck. This man is an introvert, and he was still very much a mystery. I knew the basics about his family: two parents, one brother, two sisters. Oh, and I knew that his mom was concerned that…
