Finished with the tour of bahamas now.  Yesterday was a double stage day.  Started out with a short prolog.  I won it, but only by 3 seconds to last year's winner so we knew that people had come with serious intentions on racing their bikes.  The afternoon was a circuit race that flew by.  It was attack city out there.  Tyler took all the time bonuses and the stage so we were well positioned going into the final day on Sunday.  The last stage was hot and long -- about a 100 miles with a lot of wind too.  There were a lot of attacks today as well.  It was like my jersey was made of something sticky - I'd make a move and everyone would move with me.  Finally near the end people were getting a bit tired and Christian was off the front with small group behind.  I gave it one last attack to get to Christian and this time only Tyler and a couple other dudes were on my wheel.  We got up to him and started haulin balls.  Tyler sensed everyone was a bit fubared and took off solo... not really an attack -- he just rode off and won the race.  After the final selection was made I was just rollin along going to the finish when a bahamian killer be stung me right through the shorts - ouch that little bastard.  The two dudes I was with asked if I was ok.  I said I'm allergic and grabbed one of their jerseys and started convulsing.  Before it got too out of hand, I smiled and said- gothca.  Later.  DZ.