In a somewhat similar situation at Greater Pitt, years ago, I reached
an intersection (in a Cherokee) the same time as a 737.

Before Ground Control could say anything, the 737 stopped, an arm
reached out of the copilot's window, waving me on...


At first I pictured this happening at a five letter intersection at seven
thousand feet.

Jose

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