Originally Posted by
hvydvr
Heard a story about a Mad Dog capt in Atlanta taxied off the ramp one night with thunderstorms over the field and 40 lined up on the taxiway. Turned around, got a gate to return to, parked, shook the FOs hand and told him that he'd had it. Walked off. Don't have direct knowledge but this one had a ring of truth to it.
Heard this story 20 years ago, except it was an Eastern 727 in MIA.