Holding 90 knots, we were climbing at 1,000 fpm. For me, at least, that spectacular climb rate also made it nearly impossible to see over the nose. I lowered the deck angle and accelerated to 125 knots and found I was still climbing at 600 fpm. Chelsea really liked a slower speed, so I tried 110 knots and found the airplane climbing at 1,400 fpm. When we left Wichita’s airspace a few minutes later, I leveled at 4,500 feet and reduced power to 30 inches and 2,400 rpm, which translated into a 20 gph flow.