There is no question that European riding is different, just as our California experience doesn’t reflect what it’s like to ride in other parts of the US. But there are unquestionable similarities. On the fourth day of the Edelweiss tour, Aaron and I were chatting through our Bluetooth communicators as we meandered through Austrian farmlands. “You know, this could totally be western Wisconsin,” he said. “The kind of road, the landscape, it’s all very familiar.” I’ve ridden in that part of the country, too, but as soon as he mentioned it, I imagined coming around a bend and finding a cheese shop or brat stand. Later in the trip, as we churned through the pass between Foza and Valstagna, Italy, that emptied into a gorgeous river valley, we could have been in California. Or Spain.