Rented a 172 to fly, in stages, from St. Petersburg Florida to Austin Texas.
First of all, we couldn't get one of the doors to close. Struggled and struggled, finally got it to stay shut, and I said from now on we'll pretend its a Piper, still got one door serviceable!. Refueled at Talahassee, carried on to Baton Rouge Louisiana. Enormous runway. ATC requested us to expedite, as we are number one and a 737 is number two behind us. So I skedaddled down the approach, and over the numbers, moved the electric flap lever down.
Nothing happened. So I said, O !!!!, and continued the landing with no flaps, which was no big deal. Except you should never say the O.S. word with a nervous passenger; he was gripping the armrest whiteknuckled thinking that these are the usual last words of a pilot in extremis...
Nobody available in Baton Rouge to fix the flaps, so what the heck, carried on to Conroe Texas, abeam Houston. By this time, benign IMC, flying in the clear smooth space between a cloud sandwich. And on approach, realised one of the two VOR/DME was up the swannee....Houston vectored me down to 800 feet and we broke cloud. My passenger went for a coffee, I went to talk to Flight Service, who said that Austin weather was terrible and getting worse. So I went to my passenger and said "Very sorry, we'll either have to rent a car, or stay here until the weather improves, which won't be until tomorrow at best." Said he, "Can't you get a second opinion?"......! ! !
We rented a car.