NEW ULM–Richard “Rick” Wiltscheck, age 70 of New Ulm died peacefully on Wednesday, June 4, 2025 at Cedar Heart Home in Franklin.

A memorial motorcycle procession will be leaving Minnesota Valley Funeral Home – SOUTH chapel at 10:30am on Sunday, June 29, 2025 and will be traveling to the Flying Dutchmen Motorcycle Club for a brief ceremony at 11am and celebration of Life to follow.

Rick is survived by his brothers, Gene (Kris) and Randy (Carol) Wiltscheck, all of New Ulm; sisters, Joanne Hacker of New Ulm and Kathy (Gregg Handley) Jackson of Colorado; many nieces and nephews, other relatives, and countless friends.

He was preceded in death by his parents; Harold and Adeline Wiltscheck; brothers, Robert, Gary, and Alan “Smiley” Wiltscheck.

Richard John Wiltscheck was born September 26, 1954 in New Ulm to Harold and Adeline (Holm) Wiltscheck. He was the youngest of the Wiltscheck boys, with two sisters to follow. Raised on the family farm, Rick grew up with dirt under his nails, grit in his spirit, and a love for hard work. Rick attended New Ulm public high school, where he made a name for himself as a tough and talented wrestler. After graduation, he worked construction before he found his path in the trucking industry–working for D&A Trucking for most of his career.

Simple at heart but born with a hunger for adventure, Rick was rarely seen without that trademark smile stretched across his round face. He had an unwavering passion for motorcycles and was an extremely dedicated, lifetime member of the Flying Dutchmen Motorcycle Club–an honor and brotherhood he held close to his heart. A motorcycle enthusiast through and through, he found his peace and his thrill on two wheels, though sometimes this was a challenge. Rick was the first to admit the state of MN had his drivers license more often than he did.

Feisty, mischievous, and full of wit, Rick had a rare gift for drawing people in. Whether it was with a sharp joke or a shared story over a cold drink, he left an impression that lingered long after the conversation ended. His laugh was loud, his presence magnetic, and his loyalty unwavering. He was so loved.

Though his ride has come to an end, his spirit will live on in every rev of an engine, every stretch of highway, and every smile sparked by a memory. Rick’s absence will be deeply felt, but his memory will keep on riding–wild and free, just like him.

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