Bon Ton Roulet: Tribune editor makes amends for being too studious by bicycling around New York's Finger Lakes
My arms glistened with sweat streaked with sun block.
My eyes stung from perspiration.
My heart pounded as it seemed to crawl from its usual location to my throat. That was inconvenient because I was gasping for air as I pedaled up what seemed like another in an endless series of...