1967 Chevelle

t’s not uncommon for kids to become a product of their environment and gravitate toward whatever it is that gets their attention. When passing through those influential teenage years, the guy down the street with the hopped-up muscle car who spends a good amount of time wrenching and cruising the neighborhood in a car with a highly pronounced exhaust and a burley V-8 underhood can easily suck a kid into the scene. Mike Fell’s influence came from a similar situation but was compounded by an unlikely source: his grandmother. Yep. “When I was young, my grandmother had a ’67 Chevelle that I remember riding in many times as a young boy,” Mike reminisces. “When she was done with the car, it was handed down to my parents who drove it for a few years before