You just aint tryin' hard enough.
But it's interesting to read about the high, wide and handsome.
Did you mean me, or the jet? *wink*
My CFI did do stall/spins with me preparatory to my private license (that'll tell you how long ago I got my ticket). Since he was a little skinny guy and I was a little skinny 16 year old kid, we had to top off the tanks before we could get it to do anything but just buffet along with the stall horn blaring. I will never forget going "over the top" and starting to rotate, and looking UP at the cows looking UP at me from some west Georgia pasture . . . but that was about as exciting as it ever got. Just let go the controls and it straightens itself out. Plane was made for fools to fly.
Of course it was correspondingly SLOW . . . I once went on a cross-country in a pretty stiff headwind, and was flying "IFR" ("I Follow Roads") along I-20 when I realized the 18 wheelers were passing me on the uphills. I did some quick fuel calculations, turned around, and was back at my home field in 10 minutes.