The Innards of Eric's Kegerator, 1.0. It's pretty much a thing of beauty. Though personally I'd have Dogfish Head running on that thing, instead of the Miller Lite. But that wouldn't be very Texan of me.

And, on the other side, Harleys rumbling in the parking lot. Tattoos on display. Double D moms with "Don't Be Jealous" t-shirts. Suburban grey-beard banker bikers, bandana'd and leather-vested and flaunting their mid-life crises a month or two early. . . .