Video (FSM at six seconds from end)
I was there with the Pastafarian team, spreading the noodly Gospel. At one point, the FSM actually sustained an injury. We were racing against a kitchen table (I kid you not), they were ahead of us throwing at our team meat loaf and mashed potatoes (a dinner heretically lacking in pasta), and a sharp knife that was glued to the table came loose, bounced on the pavement, and impaled His Noodly Appendage. You can see it in the photo here:
The knife is visible just above the #27 sign.
We beat them to the finish line anyway.
In our persecution, in our wounds, even in the contamination of moldy cheese, we find our greatest strength. I am proud to report that the FSM was the fastest "art car." 
