I think there's an entire subculture of people who indulge their passion for unusual cars etc. by trading one for another on a frequent basis. You're probably considered one of them since no one normal would have a Cobra.
Not a Cobra and not quite the same thing, but I was once driving a very sweet restored Mustang through a sidewalk crowd, and a woman who looked like she'd just stepped out of something like Maxim said, "Oh, wow, I'd love a ride!" To which I heard myself saying, somewhat to my own horror, "Wow, I was thinking the same thing!" (It's probably best that I don't remember how it came out, as I was concentrating on not getting people-goo all over the Mustang...)