Amazing Ride is Shifting Gears! FOLLOW ME!

The Amazing Ride for Alzheimer's is shifting gears! As of May 15 this blog will retire. The good news is that you can still follow along with me this year by clicking HERE or to the "ride specific" page HERE - my new location on the Washington County Insider!

Judy Steffes (L) with Audrey Steffes (R)

This year, from June 29 through July 20 The Amazing Ride for Alzheimer's will be touring from Wisconsin and through Upper and Lower Michigan (always with a few added and unexpected twists and turns).  I'll be riding along with my niece, Audrey Steffes.  Audrey, 15, is an Olympic hopeful who will be tagging along on this year's tour. Watch her interview HERE in an Olympic preview piece about the Wisconsin Speed Skating Club on TMJ4.

The purpose of this fundraiser for 2018 is to purchase a "Cycling Without Age" rickshaw bicycle (photo below) for senior residents at the Samaritan Health Center in West Bend, Wisconsin, courtesy Bike Friendly West Bend. 100% of your donation will be applied toward the purchase of the bike.

Learn more about how to donate HERE.

Wrapping up the Netherlands Tour

A crazy way to end the Netherlands tour.

 Lost luggage from Atlanta to Milwaukee.

I could only assume that's what it was as I waited through two shifts at baggage claim. My bicycle arrived; secure in a big cardboard box. There were normally stares - like a crazy lady had shipped her piano overseas and was dragging it through the airport.

As the empty baggage claim turnstyle clunked and whirred along a raggedy man and I stood; mesmerized and waiting.

He was dressed in black. A flare of pins on his worn leather jacket. A guitar slung over his shoulder.

"Looks like they got to ours last," I said striking up conversation about our luggage woes.

He glanced at me through his sunglasses. "I just landed," he said with somewhat of a British accent.

We bantered, dryly, about travel and Milwaukee.

Pretty soon his luggage arrived. He won the bet. I said I was documenting my journey and could I get his name. "Just call me Elvis."

I gave a polite laugh...

Then he started walking towards a chauffeur-looking guy holding a that read 'Costello.'

Things started adding up: guitar, flare, British accent.

My journey to the Netherlands ended waiting at baggage claim with none other rocker than Elvis Costello.