Pontiac blues

I am lamenting the end of the Pontiac line, as GM sheds brands in an effort to stay alive. In my teenage years, the family car was a Pontiac, so that was the one I got to drive every chance I got. More than that, my friend down the street had a GTO, a shiny black muscle car of the kind Pontiac specialized in. I would go over to his house and help him work on his car. Not that it needed fixing but that he was always buying things for it–mag wheels, pipes to make it louder–and trying to “soup it up” so that it would go even faster.

Do teenage guys get together to soup up Priuses? Do teenage guys even work on cars anymore?