Ever hear someone mutter, “Everything suddenly became so detailed”? Well, I remember fifteen seconds of that Blythe incident quite vividly…

I approached a 25 MPH curve going about 45 MPH, convinced that the superior handling of my mother’s 1985 Nissan Maxima would take the curve with ease. Boy, was I ever wrong about that.
As per the International Rules for Speeding Around Curves in the Outside Lane, I slipped over into the other lane to allow myself to take the turn wide.
I suddenly heard the rear wheels begin to slide, so I released the accelerator and momentarily tapped the brakes.
I quickly realized that I wasn’t going to regain traction so I turned into the skid, as I learned from reading the Shell driving guide booklets in my early years. (I liked those, and was sorry when they stopped publishing them.)
Disaster! I had overcompensated, and the Maxima was now spinning in the other direction. I think we began screaming at this point.
By the time the car completed a 180°, I was at peace with myself. I figured if the accident didn’t kill me, my mother would.
Whump! The car stopped abruptly as the rear embedded itself into a sand dune. I tried to drive it out, but quickly gave up. There wasn’t enough traction, and in my sleepy state I forgot it was a front wheel drive, and the front was elevated off the ground. Not that it would have mattered; we later found out the force of impact had flattened two tires.

(SIDE NOTE: Paul says that he has a distinct memory of the car doing at least one full 360° rotation before embedding itself in the dune. I, too, have a vague memory of spinning more than 180°, but I wonder if in the panic we made things out to be much worse than they were…)