Sliding into disaster

It was a hot day when Dad said it was time to get out of the pool. Soon we were on the motorbike going back to Aspiration (our home). Then we were at the three-way intersection. There was barely any traffic, but a big truck was turning the corner. Dad slowed down, but there was oil and sand on the paved road. Then we began to slide. The whole thing felt like it was in slow motion. I felt the bike falling. After the bike fell, it took me about two seconds to decide what happened. I had expected my right leg to be under the bike. Then I noticed my Dad had pushed me and Pema out of harm's way. One hour later, we were bruised, but it could have been worse. Dad got the full blast of it, but still we were all fine.