The first clue that I’m in for a not-so-ordinary demo ride is when pilot Kerry Richter takes me through a departure stall (power on) over a small Florida lake. He shoves the throttle forward, then hauls back hard on the stick, right to the stops. Suddenly, I’m looking through the windscreen…straight up at the deep blue Florida sky. The deck angle is ridiculous. What’s this, rocket-launch time? And the SeaRey just hangs there and never breaks.
“Okay, how about an accelerated stall?” Richter asks, and before I can answer, and showing no inclination to finesse the poor widdle airplane, he racks it into a good 60-degree bank, again hauling the stick all the way back. I’m grinning even as I warily watch the lake just 300 feet below. I’m contemplating a stall, involuntary wingover and rapid descent toward watery doom. But again, the stall never comes. The SeaRey hangs on, grittily demonstrating its solid aerodynamic chops without so much as a stall burble or a foot of lost altitude.