I was 40 miles into a 70 miler, riding up hill. I rode over a wire bail handle for something - cooler, pail, that sort of thing. It flipped up into the front wheel, ferris wheeled around to the forks, broke four spokes, buckled the forks and front rim and catapulted me over the bars in much, much less time than it took to write this. I landed on my feet, running, and didn't go down, but the bike was toast. I called a buddy with a pick-up.