My last Lear trip was a vivid example of this concept and my hagridden state of mind. It was my leg (no passengers on board!) to Pickens, South Carolina (KLQK), from St. Petersburg, Florida. It had been several weeks since I'd been in a Lear. The runway is 5,000 feet …ish. My captain, Jason Hepner, cautioned that the runway isn't all that long and that a solid arrival and aggressive use of brakes and thrust reversers were superior to a finessed landing in every way. From the left seat it looked like things were lining up nicely. A two-light PAPI arrangement was there to help me with glidepath, and the speed was stable at Vref plus 10.
The touchdown was sweet, I do think. With spoilers out and the thrust reversers modestly powered, Jason was soon calling out 60 knots. We made the turnoff in front of the FBO about halfway down the runway. Damn, that was fine. After he finished mock applause, Jason snapped the accompanying photo of the happy pilot as he ran the after-shutdown checklist.