I had an engineering manager that invited me to his house (can't remember why), but when I entered, there was a motor out of Porsche 911 tore down in the living room, a harley parked in the dining room, one room was surrounded in plastic (I can't remember why but I remember thinking "Dexter"), and in his kitchen was a Pop Machine full of beer (not pushed to the side, but in the middle of the kitchen).
We sat on his back porch and tried to finish what was in the pop machine while he told us stories of the "good old days".