In almost all areas the 
                                    Husky has met its design goals, but trying 
                                    to follow in the foot steps of one of 
                                    aviation's true legends isn't easy. So, the 
                                    breed has to be periodically improved and 
                                    that's what the A-1B represents; a major 
                                    step forward to improve the airplane's 
                                    usability which will probably lead to still 
                                    further improvements. There's even talk of a 
                                    big-engine, four-seat version (did I say 
                                    that out loud?).
                                    In walking around the new 
                                    Husky, besides the thigh-high tires and the 
                                    baggage compartment door on the left, aft 
                                    fuselage side, the airplane appeared 
                                    unchanged from earlier versions. Which is to 
                                    say, the detail work is still superb, 
                                    especially considering that the airplane is 
                                    designed to do pick-up truck duty in 
                                    out-of-the-way places. Clambering up on the 
                                    big right tire, I backed up and sat on the 
                                    door sill and pivoted my feet inside and 
                                    over the front stick. This is part of the 
                                    graceless entry dance learned by all who fly 
                                    such airplanes, Cubs included.
                                    Once inside, I was once 
                                    again reminded how nicely Aviat finishes the 
                                    bird, but to a guy raised in grassroots bug 
                                    smashers, the panel was almost overwhelming. 
                                    This couldn't be a utility bird! A machine 
                                    meant to be a tool. It was too nice and well 
                                    equipped. Actually, the panel (which mounted 
                                    so much stuff, I couldn't identify it all) 
                                    is indicative of a trend among Husky owners. 
                                    For every Husky which bounces around nasty 
                                    little runways in the bush or grumbles into 
                                    the air with a glider or banner in tow, 
                                    there are another two or three which are 
                                    fulfilling an owner's yearning for a classic 
                                    taildragger that smells new because it is 
                                    new. Regardless of how well an airplane is 
                                    restored, there is simply no substitute for 
                                    new. And many people want that.
                                    As I coaxed the 180 hp 
                                    Lycoming into life, I had expected sitting 
                                    so high off the ground to feel strange, but 
                                    it didn't. For some reason it seemed more or 
                                    less natural and, with the large tailwheel, 
                                    there was no change in deck angle.
                                    I elected to make the 
                                    first takeoff a full-flap, short field 
                                    number, which is something the Husky does 
                                    really well and requires little or no 
                                    technique. Stick full back, stand on the 
                                    brakes, full power and let go of the brakes. 
                                    The airplane rolled forward a couple hundred 
                                    feet, then, while still holding the stick 
                                    all the way back, a really silly thing 
                                    happened: with the tailwheel still firmly on 
                                    the ground, the mains lifted off the ground. 
                                    The tailwheel didn't leave the ground until 
                                    the mains were about a foot and a half 
                                    clear.
                                    
                                    
                                    Later, we 
                                    landed in an abandoned piece of flat, high 
                                    desert nothingness so I could photograph 
                                    Mark making the same kind of takeoff. It was 
                                    really impressive because there would be 
                                    this gigantic cloud of dust and flying cow 
                                    pies and the Husky would suddenly appear as 
                                    it clawed its way up out of it.
                                    On that first takeoff, I 
                                    immediately noticed something I hadn't 
                                    expected: the ailerons felt lighter and 
                                    quicker than other Huskies I had flown. Mark 
                                    grinned when I mentioned it because he says 
                                    he and the flight test guys have been slowly 
                                    fine tuning the ailerons to make them more 
                                    pleasant. He was pleased I noticed but it 
                                    would be hard to miss the difference. The 
                                    airplane was never a dump truck, but it was 
                                    always a little stodgy feeling in roll and 
                                    what ever they did to the airplane has made 
                                    it very pleasant in the aileron department.
                                    We averaged around 1,200 
                                    fpm (density altitude was about 7,500 feet) 
                                    climbing to altitude where I started playing 
                                    with the airplane. I was ruddering it back 
                                    and forth when I asked Mark if it was my 
                                    imagination or when I yawed the airplane, 
                                    could I feel the big tires trying to fly and 
                                    pull the nose off centre? Again, he nodded. 
                                    A yaw angle gave the tires the equivalent of 
                                    a sideways angle of attack and they actually 
                                    did try to fly. It was a very subtle feeling 
                                    but it was definitely there and was 
                                    something I'd have to remember, if I slipped 
                                    it.
                                    In cruise the big tires 
                                    soak up at least 10 knots, bringing the 
                                    cruise down around 105 knots. With their 
                                    normal 8:00 x 6 tires, Huskies are usually 
                                    good for an honest 110-115 knots or faster, 
                                    depending on how much gas you're willing to 
                                    burn. The POH says 126 knots at 6,500 feet 
                                    and 75% but not all Huskies are that fast.
                                    I was really looking 
                                    forward to landing the airplane just to see 
                                    what those fat tires did and Mark, whom I'd 
                                    flown with a number of times, didn't lend 
                                    any advice. He was going sit back there and 
                                    let me just figure it out for myself. My 
                                    kind of fun.
                                    We had a goofy little 
                                    wind that went from being 90° to a tailwind 
                                    making it difficult to plan an approach and 
                                    on most approaches I was high requiring 
                                    healthy slips to get it to come down. I made 
                                    the situation worse by not being used to 
                                    airplanes that glide so well. On the first 
                                    one, as I laid it over in the slip, I could 
                                    fee the air tripping around the edges of the 
                                    tires. Again, it seemed to make no 
                                    difference but it was there, nonetheless. I 
                                    was holding 65 knots, which was way too fast 
                                    and I had to work to get it down to 60 where 
                                    it was much happier. In later approaches, 
                                    I'd use 55 knots which was even better.
                                    One of my perennial 
                                    complaints about Huskies has always centred 
                                    on their bungee trim system. The second you 
                                    try to pull it off of trim speed you're 
                                    fighting the bungees. What that has meant 
                                    traditionally is that as you flared the 
                                    airplane you'd either have to pull hard 
                                    against the bungees or, as I usually did, 
                                    drop your left hand and crank the rest of 
                                    the trim in.
                                    On my first approach with 
                                    the "B" model, I dropped my left hand 
                                    prepared to start twisting the trim wheel 
                                    backward and found, much to my surprise, I 
                                    didn't need the trim. I didn't feel myself 
                                    fighting the bungees as I pulled it into 
                                    flair. In this respect, it felt like any 
                                    other airplane. What a change! This was 
                                    another of the fine-tuning points Mark said 
                                    they had been working on and I think they 
                                    succeeded. They have completely eliminated 
                                    what had been a really aggravating 
                                    characteristic.
                                    As I held the airplane 
                                    off looking for the ground in a three-point 
                                    attitude I didn't know what to expect, 
                                    however, I didn't expect what I found. The 
                                    instant the tires touched, I felt myself 
                                    jerked forward in the seat as the tires 
                                    tried to stop the airplane. For a fraction 
                                    of a second, the tires, which weigh 44 
                                    pounds each, remained stationary and jerked 
                                    hard enough at the airplane that there was 
                                    even a subtle sense of the tail getting 
                                    light. None of this was anything other than 
                                    a new sensation and barely needed correcting 
                                    with the controls, but it was a little weird 
                                    feeling. What happened next did require some 
                                    playing with the controls.
                                    The tires, like all tires 
                                    of the type, carried less than 8 pounds of 
                                    air pressure and were super soft. When they 
                                    touched the pavement, part of them stopped 
                                    turning and part of them didn't so the 
                                    outside tried to stop while the hub area 
                                    kept rotating. This caused them to wrap up 
                                    slightly and, when they untwisted, they shot 
                                    the airplane back into the air. It wasn't so 
                                    much a bounce as a slight catapult shot that 
                                    put me several feet in the air. The airplane 
                                    dribbled back onto the runway in a series of 
                                    decreasing bounces and all I could do was 
                                    sit and watch. It wasn't even remotely 
                                    dangerous and, even in the crosswind, I was 
                                    having to use only minimal control to keep 
                                    it straight, but it sure was embarrassing. 
                                    The Peanut Gallery in front of Tailwheels 
                                    and More was full and thoroughly enjoying 
                                    the show. The more landings I shot, the more 
                                    spectators gathered.
                                    I'd like to say I figured 
                                    out the touchdown combination and began 
                                    greasing it on, but I never even came close. 
                                    As long as the airplane was on pavement, 
                                    those tires were going to wrap-up, unwind 
                                    and put me back in the air. Later, on a 
                                    gravel and dirt runway, where they were 
                                    meant to be used, the characteristic totally 
                                    disappeared because the tires could slide on 
                                    touchdown.
                                    Aside from the tires 
                                    lending a different touch to the airplane, I 
                                    was impressed with the subtle changes they'd 
                                    made in what was already a good airplane. As 
                                    tailwheel airplanes go, it's about as fool 
                                    proof as they come. The only time it demands 
                                    a little more technique is when landing solo 
                                    with full-flaps and nothing in the baggage 
                                    compartment. In that situation it's next to 
                                    impossible to three-point it because the CG 
                                    is so far forwards. Partial flaps or as 
                                    little as 20 pounds in the baggage 
                                    compartment eliminates that problem.
                                    We hear lots of 
                                    discussion about the difficulty of landing a 
                                    tailwheel airplane, little of which is 
                                    actually based on fact. In the case of the 
                                    Husky (or Super Cub, for that matter), they 
                                    require only a modest amount of training, 
                                    five to six hours for most folks, to be able 
                                    to fly the airplane safely. More important, 
                                    those hours become a key to the world of the 
                                    tailwheel airplane which opens up a myriad 
                                    of new experiences. In the case of the 
                                    Husky, the airplane becomes its own key, 
                                    opening doors to lots of outback adventure. 
                                    Or, if that's not your thing, it becomes a 
                                    terrific little airplane that lets you play 
                                    at flying a vintage airplane knowing every 
                                    part in it is new.
                                    Aviat has made some 
                                    worthwhile changes in the airplane and we're 
                                    going to be watching to see what's next.