The drivers, well, drive.  Offroad, on racetracks, anywhere that fits their idea of fun.  Their cars are often less than pristine and modified to suit the purpose.  

 

The admirers treat the car as a piece of art.  The car comes out only in good weather, they park it well away from any other vehicle, mileage is low, and any dust molecules in the vicinity are efficiently erased from existence lest they sully the automotive perfection.

 

Drivers often let their friends drive their car, provided in their opinion the friend can drive – this doesn’t mean the friend has to drive slowly or gently, but it does mean the car isn’t abused.  I’ve let several friends drive my 86 on racetracks, but only those who I believe have the skills to go hard yet not abuse the car.  I don’t them redlining the car, but I do mind sloppy gearchanges at 2000rpm.  There’s such a thing as mechanical sympathy, which isn’t the same as driving like your grandpa.

 

On the other hand, admirers barely let themselves drive, let alone anyone else.