There I was, at 10,000 feet and two Zeros on my tail when all of a sudden my motor takes off and heads for the pits. Missed two planes by a thin margin. Plane did a fancy falling leaf, but landed on the nose at the last five feet. A nameless person, knowing nothing about electric motors, picked it up, held it and tried to turn the prop and stated, "the bearings are frozen". Ha. He knew nothing of out runners.