Last year we raced as a 5-person team at Moab. When our fifth person finished his first lap in almost 21/2 hours, I figured that since he wasn't a big mountain biker, he was just being lazy, tired, or sour. It turned out he rode the course with A Broken Arm! He and his girlfirend -- our fourth teamate-- spent race night in the local ER, and the three of us remaining had a sleepless night as payback for our assumptions. The two of them came back just in time for our fourth to ride the last lap. We all finished with smiles, but Matt still has a trick arm.