It All Started When...
CarsUnfiltered has been in the works for many, many years now; as an idea, as a different blog, as a couple friends who always did car stuff, and now as a cross-platform reality where we try to tell the stories of car culture as experienced by the people on the ground. So let me tell you a little about where we started. I had been looking for a Mustang. Particularly a '69/70 Sportsroof (yes, that's Ford's technical name for it; the term 'fastback' was put out of marketing materials in '68, I'm assuming because other manufacturers also had a fastback) when I came across one on eBay motors at an old dealership in Ohio, just across the border from Indiana. I was in college, but I had some money in the bank for just such an occasion, and it looked the part of what I wanted - 1970 Mach 1, black-on-black-on-black from the factory, no engine or trans, but it had Centerlines and slicks. There was no buy it now price as that feature wasn't part of eBay at the time, so I called the contact number (which was part of eBay at the time) and asked the guy what he'd take. He told me the first guy to wire $3 grand to him got the car. I said "Ok, I'll get it there," and got on the phone with my small-town bank to make it happen. First thing the next morning, I called Ohio to make sure he got it, and spent a very anxious 15 minutes waiting for it to go through. When my phone rang between classes and he said, "I got it. When are you coming to pick up your car?" I was ecstatic.
Once the elation wore off, the realization that I had to figure out logistics set in and I went into maximum scramble mode. I needed to track down a trailer, and figure out how I was going to get the car back down to my ol' man's place in Illinois, and then figure out timing.
I was in school for my A&P at the time, so I asked one of my professor's - who I was in good graces with - if I could borrow his. He looked at me a bit sideways, then said, "Sure, you can use it, but I need it back here Sunday afternoon to move some chairs." I agreed to his terms, hooked it up after I put gas in the truck, and parked outside the dorm in preparation. With my return time determined for me, and drive times pretty set, I figured I had to leave Saturday morning about 5 am. Then I stopped by Tom's room.
After some prodding he agreed to it, contingent on me knocking on his door to make sure he was up, but he agreed. The next morning we were off, and thus began what would become CarsUnfiltered.