speed limits: the Swiss way

Yesterday was a good day: 30 degree and a sunny day. I decide for a small bike ride around the city. Since I'm quite fit, the small ride converted in a 60Km agony with a couple of killer uphills!!!
Here you can see the map of my tour.

The tour was great!!! You don't ever need a map because these signs are all over:
The landscape is also worth the fatigue of the ride:

But the funny thing is the climb between Dornach and Gempen. On each tree at the road side you can find an hanging CD. I was climbing and wondering why somebody has done this: there are around 3000 CD!!! Then the answer came. It was announced by a loud of typical noise: wrooommm!!! A black convertible Ferrari overtook me at around 120 km/h.
Considering the climb that was a hell of a speed.
Then a BMW Z4, then a lot of super bikes....
I asked to a guy and he explained me that apparently the CDs reflect laser beam. The Police use laser guns to detect speed limits.
The new name for the r0ad Dornach - Gempen is ... Indianapolis.
The speed limit for the descent Gempen - Liestal is 50 km/h and there are no CDs.
Since I have no plates, I was happy to run 70 km/h. Maybe the Police now have some picture of my buttock!!!

My friends- 29 years of friendship

for my mum

Death is nothing at all

Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped away
into the next room.

I am I,
and you are you;
whatever we were to each other,
that, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name,
speak to me in the easy way
which you always used,
put no difference in your tone,
wear no forced air
of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we shared together.
Let my name ever be
the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect,
without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all
that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you,
for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just around the corner.

All is well.
Henry Scott Holland
1847 -1918