Most of us love to read stories of the adventures of the P4's. This article appeared in "Classic Cars" of July 2000, and relates Chris Amon's story of the retirement of 0846 at LeMans 1967. During Chris Amon's first year with Ferrari, in 1967, he was sharing an open P4 4.2 litre V12 with Nino Vacarella at LeMans. It was the same car which he and Lorenzo Bandini had shared to win at Daytona. 'I elected to use the open car at LeMans because it was more comfortable - fortunately, as it turned out, because it was easier to get out of.' Amon, the Ferrari team leader, was keen to do well with Ferrari, having won at LeMans the previous year driving a Ford with Bruce McLaren. Bandini had been killed in the Monaco Grand Prix a few weeks before and the team were anxious to take the game to Ford. 'Do it for Lorenzo'. That was 23 year old Amon's ambition. 'We were about seven hours into the race, in second or third', Amon recalls. 'Just before midnight, after I had passed the pits going into Dunlop corner. I felt a twitch at the rear. It was a puncture. By the time I was on the Mulsanne Straight the tyre was flat and I could hear all sorts of noises - the suspension upright and the rim were starting to run on the road. I had no choice but to change the wheel.' He pulled off to one side of the long straight and opened the engine cover to get at the spare. 'There was a sort of jack, a torch (flashlight), and a wheel hammer to knock the centerlock spinner off. The first thing I discovered was that the batteries in the torch were flat: but there were plenty of cars coming past with their headlights blazing so I had occasional illumination at 200mph. 'I got the jack out and started to crank it up. It worked in a fashion and the next step was to get the wheel hammer, wait for a blaze of light and take a shot at the centerlock wheelnut. I swung at it and the head flew off the hammer, disappearing into the night (and the trackside ditch), never to be seen again. 'I was going to have to drive it back to the pits somehow. I drove away relatively slowly down the straight - but I was probably still doing 100mph and the tyre was flapping wildly. There were sparks showering back from the suspension upright and I assume a fuel line was knocked off one of the pannier-type fuel tanks just in front of the rear wheels. The whole car just went BOOOF! 'I had been on the right hand side of the track anyway and I aimed for the ditch. It was getting bloody warm by that stage, so I jumped out thinking I had almost stopped, but I was probably still doing 50mph and ended up somersaulting along in the ditch while the car rolled another 100 meters down the road before it came to a stop not far from a marshal's post. 'The marshals could see the flames from the car - which was now well alight - and came running. The four marshals and three gendarmes soon had the fire out and went in search of the driver. They were looking around in the ditch, wondering where I was, and I remember walking up the ditch, feeling a bit battered, and tapping a gendarme on the shoulder, saying "Here I Am". Poor guy. He nearly died of fright.'