Even back 20+ years ago when some of my buddies and I drove our Mopars to Red Deer for the annual summer Mopar Meet, none of us had much respect for the trailer queens that showed up, and the only time they started up was to back them off the trailer into their parking spot. I'm guessing most of those guys hardly ever turned an actual wrench, jammed a knuckle, slashed a finger, burned a forearm or even broke a sweat working on an actual project car, they just spent top dollar on an already-finished car, or paid other experts to do all the restoration work.
Anybody who actually drives their car to meets, who actually does some of the maintenance and restoration him/herself, is someone who has somehow earned it moreso than just purchased it.
I remember one of my buddies' 3rd-gen Charger couldn't make it to the meet one year and drove his Aspen instead...because he HAD to drive a Mopar (or no car). I had the idea to paint "Kiss my" to the left of his "Aspen" emblem on the trunklid in white liquid paper. The car was a turd but got quite a few chuckles at the meet.
I knew another classmate, uber rich parents and spoiled as can be, bought himself a fully restored vintage 'Stang (don't know the year) and entered it in some car shows, all he cared about, was obsessed about, was winning a trophy. Meh.