If you smell something terrible but it's moving too fast to identify, congratulations- you've just witnessed the Fungus Bells and Stormy trails Team. This trio is proof that you don't need grace, just pure, unadulterated speed and a competitive spirit ( that might need a good airing out)
The disaster squad:
Rider: Chelsea- The oldest sister, her job is less about steering and more about yelling encouragements (or threats) while holding on for dear life. She came here not just to win but to raise hell. She keeps two tings close: her reins and a strong air freshener for the return trip. 
Skier: Carston-He's a pro skier by trade, but at home, he's known affectionately by his nieces and nephews as Uncle Fungus. Why? Because after spending a day flying down the course, he smells less like a champion  and more like a gym bag that went swimming. He's the youngest sibling, which explains why he was volunteered for the highly aromatic job of the skier. Keep your distance post-race. 
Horse: Hades- Hade is simple, he is the equine equivalent of a rocket ship with no brake pedal. He only believes in going full throttle, all the time. He doesn't need to be guided; he just needs o know which direction the finish line is, preferably away from Cartson.