We were racing on the quarter mile dirt track Dinwiddie Speedway in Petersburg, Virginia about 51 years ago one Saturday night. You know one of those long nights when there were lots of wrecks and caution flags on the race track. Time delays from a red flag because of the fence being torn down and repaired in order to get the race event back under way or the only ambulance at the track had not returned and they could not restart without it present. Anyway hours were lost and we were very late getting back home. When the race was over it must have been 2:30 am or 3:00 am leaving the race track that morning. Back in the day everything was closed up like restaurants and not very many things were open on Sunday like it is today. By now everybody was hungary and ready to eat breakfast. One of the drivers Bob Powell spoke up and said hey I have the keys to my wife's restaurant in Smithfield, Virginia which was on our way home. So old Bob was feeling petty good if you know what I mean and invites about 20 people to the restaurant to cook up breakfast. After cleaning up everything he was paid for what ever we had used so the food could be replaced. He locked up the restaurant and everybody left for home.Trouble is he never told his wife about any of this and did not restock the food we had used.That Monday morning when she opened her restaurant and found no food for her regular customers who were already there waiting....... well Bob said that she was mad as a hornet !That is what I mean about the title "from the race track to the restaurant TO THE DOG HOUSE"