I assume this is how it went for most of us, but here's a recap anyway: I was the last one to go in, blue miata and motorcycle guy hung back and let the dust clear first. From my perspective, i came around the corner and saw a WALL of dust as wide as the road and 20ft high, heard the tires screech. I figured ok, this could be bad but i'll be able to avoid anyone in there, you can still see through dust, right? - WRONG! Cory went in, i lost sight of him instantly. I went in, i could not see the hood of my car, let alone anyone else or any part of the ground. That was the shortest visibility i've ever witnessed not counting underwater. All i could do was hit my brakes and try to get maximum deceleration while keeping straight purely by feel, just waiting to slam into a pile of cars. I ended up in the grass on the far left side of the road, and was surprised to see no one near me at all. So who was it who actually locked up the tires and squeaked?
