The fuel-gauge needle is buried in empty, and we’re running cautiously north on the Ruta 40 through western Patagonia on one of the world’s greatest roads.
Smooth, clear and spectacularly scenic, there’s one major disadvantage to this remarkable north-south route – the lack of petrol stations.
The Ferrari 365GTC is a thirsty beast.
However you drive, it seems to guzzle gasoline at an eager 12mpg.
But if the triple twin-choke Weber carbs had run dry, and the magnificent 4.4-litre, 320bhp single-overhead-cam per bank V12 had fallen silent, I wouldn’t have panicked.
The past 100 miles with that epic Gioacchino Colombo-designed, quad-exhaust soundtrack had already provided some of the finest motoring in my life.
And if you’re going to sit on the bank surveying a dead car, there are few sexier shapes to admire than this sharp yet subtle coupé.
Near Lago Gutiérrez, just as we’re preparing to pull over, a solitary old-style gas station appears in a wooded glade – complete with homely café – and luckily we avoid the embarrassing situation of what might have happened.