Two words -
EGO and VALIDATION - the only things that can make a man care so much about what other people think of him and his choices that he gets all puffed up and red faced trying to convince every stranger, bystander and passerby that his replica is real or that his kit car is really a high-end replica.
Who the hell cares? Life is way too short to agonise over other peoples opinions, hang-ups and choices. You have your life, I have my life and I can only hope you're enjoying what you have as much as I'm enjoying mine.
The funniest thing in either this thread or the other - can't recall which - was the poster who said to the effect that you go through all of your rehearsed, hi-falutin' dissertation on how real or special your Cobra is and the folks walk away, look at each other and simultaneously say "kit car".
That cracked me up, and it probably happens more often than not, notwithstanding the other glorious times when the hoi polloi are so blown away by your song and dance that they clamour and beg to pose near your ride for photos and selfie shots.