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Jones was a proficient ice hockey player, scoring ninety-eight goals (coincidentally, Jones often wears this number when racing) in thirty games when he was just short of one decade old and playing peewee hockey in California. He and his team were state champions that year. Any ideas of a professional career in Jones' other sport were hindered by a surgery six years after the championship; following another two years of play, Jones ceased participation in ice hockey of all kinds.
In his late teens and early twenties, Jones enrolled in several courses at El Camino College. While there, he studied various subsets in the overarching field of business education.
Jones has an interest in aircraft. His biography in CART media materials often indicated that Jones was an avid flyer, holding a pilot's license at the time.
With predominantly vehicular passions, Jones shares his love of motors to customers through PJ's Performance, which specializes in UTVs. This venture has kept Jones busy even as his entries to auto races dwindle in quantity.
Married to Jolaina, Jones is the father of Jagger and Jace Jones. His residence has been established in Scottsdale, Arizona.
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