I knew Peter well and liked him tremendously. In his early days we occasionally travelled to sports car races together, and with Peter at the wheel journeys passed rather quickly. One might say that he always drove with panache!
This was underlined many years later when I decided to watch the Monaco Grand Prix. I had hired a Renault Dauphine, and at about seven pm on the evening before practice Peter decided that a few practice laps might be quite a good idea. His (wedding present) Ferrari or my Dauphine? For once diplomacy prevailed, and the Dauphine was chosen. We did about three laps absolutely flat out - not very fast in the scheme of things, but 'way beyond the wildest dreams of Messrs. Renault. I was utterly terrified, but confident at heart because I knew my pilot's superb skill.
Another memory of that trip was the bollocking I got from Phil Hill when I stepped aboard Peter's yacht. Phil was working on the engine with his head at deck level, and lost no time in giving voice. "Get those shoes off NOW" was the message. Peter was very particular about the well-being of his vehicles.
This came home to roost when he asked me to drive his Ferrari back to England. I got as far as Chartres before needing petrol, discovered I had left my wallet on the yacht (passport, cash and all) - tried to flog my watch without success, then almost miraculously met a couple who knew all about Peter, and they lent me £10. Bad enough so far, but disaster struck on the North Circular Road when the Ferrari caught fire. Very little damage thank goodness, and Peter being Peter didn't take me to task for my shambolic efforts.
I have never forgotten him. How could I?