Originally Posted by captjns

An abridged version of what happened?

Originally Posted by VIRotate

I nominate the Sky West hero in LA today. We were taxiing on E for runway 24L. I see a Mormon Air Force "9" approaching with haste on the perpendicular taxiway. Now anyone that has a North route clearance at LAX knows that they are supposed to hold short of taxiway D without further clearance. Well Captain America proceeded to blow right through it. My usual "clear right" dared not leave my tongue. I looked left to my skipper and shouted "he's not stopping", eyes wide with fear. My skipper applies the brakes with enough force to even jostle the most seasoned of cat wranglers. We look at each other in bewilderment as the two Sky Gods pass without slowing. The normal LAX chatter is broken with a condescending "really guys..." from the mighty "9" skipper. Another look of bewilderment was shared between me and my left seat companion. Did that really just happen? Did this regional "mainline" crew almost cause a collision and try to blame it on us? Surely this couldn't be so. After a moment of shock, I snapped out of it. I realized that, alas, it was a Sky West crew and this was a reality. We throttled up and I continued my before takeoff check list, my peripherals still on high alert for any sneaky Canadian regional jets that may be lurking.

Originally Posted by trip

Who is the real tool here?

Originally Posted by VIRotate

If you somehow associated toolness from that sentence then I don't know what to tell you. Clearly I was making humor of the situation.

Originally Posted by VIRotate

If you somehow associated toolness from that sentence then I don't know what to tell you. Clearly I was making humor of the situation.

Originally Posted by echelon

Swing and a miss bro

Originally Posted by VIRotate

I nominate the Sky West hero in LA today. We were taxiing on E for runway 24L. I see a Mormon Air Force "9" approaching with haste on the perpendicular taxiway. Now anyone that has a North route clearance at LAX knows that they are supposed to hold short of taxiway D without further clearance. Well Captain America proceeded to blow right through it. My usual "clear right" dared not leave my tongue. I looked left to my skipper and shouted "he's not stopping", eyes wide with fear. My skipper applies the brakes with enough force to even jostle the most seasoned of cat wranglers. We look at each other in bewilderment as the two Sky Gods pass without slowing. The normal LAX chatter is broken with a condescending "really guys..." from the mighty "9" skipper. Another look of bewilderment was shared between me and my left seat companion. Did that really just happen? Did this regional "mainline" crew almost cause a collision and try to blame it on us? Surely this couldn't be so. After a moment of shock, I snapped out of it. I realized that, alas, it was a Sky West crew and this was a reality. We throttled up and I continued my before takeoff check list, my peripherals still on high alert for any sneaky Canadian regional jets that may be lurking.

Originally Posted by VIRotate

If you somehow associated toolness from that sentence then I don't know what to tell you. Clearly I was making humor of the situation.