Ed Scharfenberger and I (Larry Preble) were riding a 60 mile bike tour out in Henry County. At the 40 mile mark, we came across a culvert with a steel bridge that looked a lot like a cheese grater. I called out that it was a rough crossing; we both slowed down. I guess I didn't slow down quite enough. Worse yet, it had just started to rain. The back end of the bike slid out to the right. My left foot came unclipped. The foot caught on the steel grate. The ankle folded and snapped like so many dried twigs. That's that. The left medial maleolus and the distal end of my left tibia might as well have been firewood kindling for all the good they could do. However, we have the technology; I can be rebuilt, "faster, stronger, better" than before--so they tell me. It's just going to be a while...Then, six weeks later, I'm back! The ankle has healed. The wound from the compound fracture is almost healed. I'm back on my feet but will be limping as I work to rehabilitate the tendons and musculature. As of June 20th, 2006, I'm riding just about 200 miles per week and have returned to century riding.