Wellll...I didn't exactly fly these airplanes today, but I'd caught a pretty bad cold and couldn't post them right away. I'm still racked up (I wouldn't dare go up in plane feeling like this--did it once, never again), but my fever's gone and my eyes aren't crossing anymore, so here we go. I was feeling like flying over to Phoenix SkyHarbor (KPHX), but instead of the usual Twinjob, I decided to fly the ol' Piper Malibu from X-Plane 9.x. I'd never flown it, but figured it would be a challenge to fly a relatively fast G.A. Single for a change. The Wx here in San diego was socked in at the time (1500' 10 sm), but once we cleared the Coastal Range it was clear, with only slight x-winds along the route. The trip was uneventful despite random failures having been checked, so this shot is of our Downwind at SkyHarbor. Established on extended Final Rwy in sight, glidepath established and solid Flaps full--hey is that Thomas the Tank Engine down there? Over the threshold Tied-down on the ramp. All in all it was pretty uneventful--until the trip back. About an hour or so out from KHPX, I lost oil pressure, and the engine fought a valiant fight, but died. I feathered the prop and I ended up making an emergency landing at Thermal (Jackie Cochran Regional, KTRM), and since it was later in the evening the onsite A&P Mech was in a bad mood because I hit him up after 1700, his quitting time (It was around 1800 or so, then). He said I'd have to wait 'til he returned the following morning before he could work on it, but when he'd lifted the cowling I could see that the problem was a oil feed-line that had chafed itself thin, up against a steel-braided return hose. Hell, it looked like something I could have easily fixed myself, but my A&P Certification had long ago lost currency, and I didn't want that mech ratting me to the FAA if he'd come back to the ramp in the morning and we were gone. He had our tail number. Cursing under my breath, I slapped two Jacksons into the A&P's hand, pulled my flightbag and Thermos of coffee from the pax seat of the Malibu, told the mech I'd see him tomorrow afternoon, and headed over to JacksonAir Flight Training to rent an airplane. I lucked out in a good way. All of JacksonAir's planes were out--ramp was empty. I was about to leave, exasperated, when the Manager leaned across the counter and asked if I was type-rated in Twins, and I said 'yes,' showing him my MEL endorsements. A slow grin spread across his sun-worn face, his hooded blue eyes twinkling. What I ended up in was...in my next post. APUtech