That's right, fellow PHers. Our replica of the defunct C train was so exact (and accompanied by a boom-box soundtrack of "Eye of the Tiger" and Cherry Pie") that our team was awarded Best of Show. This honor (and cash) was due in large part to DW's design.
I think our scurvy-fighting citrus projectiles helped, too.
AB's knee is now swollen. OMC's knuckles are bloodied. Kel was dragged approx. 5 feet on her face. DW is fine. And I'm a fat bastard whose chosen route got us out of last place in no time.