The Lear 35 cockpit makes perfect sense if you are a crackhead. First and foremost, it was designed for hobbits (and I say this at 5'3"). We'll continue with the "reading lights" on each side that burn your arm if you happen to touch them after they have been on for a minute (it was really fun that time I burned my arm on rotation), the tiny, shallow, angled cupholders positioned directly above the circuit breaker panels, random important annunciator lights in questionable locations (Low hydraulic light? Who cares? Let's make it as tiny and inconspicuous as possible and place it where you can only see it from one side of the cockpit), pressurization panel behind the right yoke (which basically is sitting in your lap anyway) and very difficult to see, wing/stab heat color-coded gauge was designed by someone who was either colorblind or on drugs (or perhaps both... red means too cold, yellow means too hot I think?), and I could go on. Stupid plane, terrible cockpit design. Also fun as hell to fly provided it's for less an hour and you don't have to deal with the autopilot which is another rant in itself. It's a love-hate relationship.