I don't care what people say: I'm a Vanilla Ice fan through and through. I even went so far as buying a 1992 Ford Mustang GT with the 5.0L V8 so I could roll like Ice rolls. However, after fifteen years of putting the pedal to the metal, my ‘Stang started running a little rough. That's why I added in an AFE intake with a fast-flowing AFE filter. Now, the old girl screams

No one's a bigger Vanilla Ice Fan than me. I've got every album that this musical, lyrical god has ever released, starting with Hooked in 1989 and ending with his 2006 Best of compilation. When To the Extreme hit the scene, I almost lost my mind from excitement. Everywhere I turned, there was The Ice. On the radio. On TV. On the silver screen. I'm not ashamed to admit it, but I've watched Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II every Saturday night since it was released on video. Much to the amazement of my friends and family, I even quit my job for a year to follow his North American tour. Those were some of the happiest days of my life. When the tour ended, I was stone broke and had to hitchhike my way back home to Pensacola. But I have no regrets.

After I returned from my Vanilla pilgrimage, I got a job at a local record shop. I tried applying for more lucrative positions, but Spinner's Vinyl was the only place in town that would hire me with all those lines shaved into the side of my head. I didn't mind, though. It gave me the perfect opportunity to introduce everyone to Vanilla's B-sides and the bootlegs that I recorded at a few of his shows. You should have seen the looks on people's faces when they walked in and heard my acoustic version of Roll ‘Em Up blasting through the overhead. After a while, my boss forbade me from playing my idol, so I had to enjoy it by myself through my headphones.

It took a long time, but I finally saved up enough dough to buy my dream car: a white 1992 Ford Mustang GT with the 5.0L motor. I was rolling with the ragtop down so my hair could blow. I even added in a bumping sound system to catch the attention of the girlies on stand by. They never really waved or even said "hi," but I did catch more than a few looks. Those were glorious times. I had cash, a deluxe car, and an endless well of premium tunes to satisfy my ears.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. My GT started choking a little about the time that ol' Van Winkle stared in the first Surreal Life. Not exactly a high point for his career or my car, but revitalization was just around the corner. I hunted around on the internet to find some parts to boost my performance. I ran into some sites with great reviews for AFE air filters and AFE intakes. Because this is an Ice ride, I went with the full-blown cold air intake. As soon as I bolted that bad boy into place, my Mustang drove like a brand new invention. The oxygen was flowing like a harpoon right into my cylinders, delivering huge horsepower gains to wax all the chumps at the red lights like a candle. Word to your mother.

Whether you choose AFE air filters or AFE intakes, you can't go wrong.