July 5, 2017

Greater Liberty Ride for MS

Saturday, May 22, 2004

Steve and Sharon and friends planned and executed this.

Features Ed Chasteen’s favorite small town cafés within easy riding of Liberty.

Café menus and specialties available on the web site for the ride.

Pick up maps at Biscari Brothers Bicycle shop in Liberty.

Pick your route and pair up with others with the same “appetite” for food, distance and degree of difficulty.

Meal vouchers for restaurants.

Hosted “gathering” at Biscari Brothers Bicycle shop at the end of the ride.

Free hamburgers, hot dogs, chips and soft drinks. Share stories and experiences.

All riders are asked to make a donation of $50 to the MS Society. Larger donations would be appreciated. Donation payable at time of registration.

Liberty to Kearney – Sarah’s Table – 30 mile round trip – hilly

Liberty to Excelsior Springs – The Mill Inn – 35 mile round trip – moderately hilly

Liberty to Orrick – Fubbler’s Cove – 42 mile round trip – mostly level

Liberty to Lawson – Catrick’s – 44 mile round trip – moderately hilly

Liberty to Plattsburg – JJ’s – 55 mile round trip – hilly

Combo #1 – Liberty to Excelsior Springs to Lawson to Kearney to Liberty – 60 miles

Combo #2 – Liberty to Orrick to Excelsior Springs to Liberty – 48 miles

Combo #3 – Liberty to Plattsburg to Kearney to Liberty – 65 miles

Century Ride—Liberty to Orrick to Henrietta to Richmond to Rayville to Lawson to Watkins Mill to Kearney to Liberty.

All rides start at Biscari Brothers Bicycle shop in Liberty. SAG support is available on each route. Rest stops at restaurants in each town.

Town                    Restaurant

Excelsior Springs                                Mill Inn

Kearney                                                  Sarah’s Table

Lawson                                                    Catrick’s

Orrick                                                       Fubbler’s Cove

Plattsburg                                                JJ’s

Rayville                                                    Rayville Baking Company

Richmond                                                Joyce’s Family Restaurant

July 4, 2017

Ride to Paradise

January 1, 2006

By Ed Chasteen

For the third year in a row the New Year’s Day temperature in Greater Liberty will reach 62. The average for this day is 38. The record high was 64 in 1897. But the high will come later in the day. We pedal away from the Hanson home on the outskirts of Kearney at 8 AM into an overcast and frigid morning. Steve has laid out a route north on Plattsburg Road to C Highway. Left on C to Highway W. Right on W to Paradise, crossing an arm of Smithville Lake. Then back on W to C. Right on C to Highway 92. Left on 92 about a quarter mile to Highway A. Right on A to 144th. Left on 144th back to Plattsburg Road. Right on Plattsburg Road to 139th. Left on 139th to Scottie Drive. Right on Scottie to the Hanson’s home. Out to Paradise and back. Prelude to the sumptuous breakfast Sharon has for us.

On this first day of 2006, I have driven in my little red HateBusters mobile, with its H8BSTR license plate, to the home of Steve and Sharon Hanson, two of our regular Greater Liberty riders. Steve has laid out our New Year’s Day ride route to Paradise. Sharon will stay home to have breakfast ready when we return. Long ago I came to value symbolism. Today in spades we have it. Sitting on an arm of Smithville Lake, Paradise is a church, a store, a service station and a few houses. A place seldom seen and little noticed. But able in the mind of all who hear its name to conjure a rapturous vision. To come en route to Paradise upon an eagle only magnifies the magnificence of a magical morning.

July 4, 2017

In Celebration of Sharon and Steve Hanson

Monday, July 3, 2017

by Ed Chasteen

For auch a long time and in so prominent a fashion have Sharon and Steve Hanson been leaders in our bicycle lives that even their coming move to California cannot sever the tie. From their place on the beach in Ventura they cannot regularly in person join us as before, but with Skype and in spirit they always will be with us.

For the next few days while they are in person still among us, I will revisit some of those past times and post them on my blog: www.hatebusters.wordpress.com I invite all of you who read these words to send me your own stories of Sharon and Steve.

June 24, 2017



by Ed Chasteen

Biking to breakfast in either place is a ride worth taking. Up Interurban Road from Ferrelview through Camden Point to Dearborn is 17 miles of straight and flat open country on a road once the route of a train carrying passengers between Kansas City and St. Joseph, now carrying trucks and tractors to corn and soybean fields, and on gorgeous days like today, sharing the road with hundreds of bikers.

From Biscari Brothers Bicycles in Liberty the 25 miles to Smithville take us along a maze of alphabet streets that twist and turn every now and then, up and down hills, past new schools and homes, to open county, alongside a large lake and then to a mom and pop cafe for breakfast.

According to our spring-summer schedule that came out three months ago, we were to bike to breakfast today at Cook’s Corner in Smithville. But since that schedule came out, Cook’s Corner has closed. So on short notice, we needed another place to go. Reason with me now.

Cook’s Corner once was in Dearborn. We went there for years. Then one day when we went there, it was closed. No place then to go in Dearborn. So we didn’t go . Our favorite road had no breakfast. We had no reason to ride.

Then Cook’s Corner opened in Smithville. But we already had Lowman’s as our go-to breakfast place in Smithville. Then Lowman’s, after 20 years, closed. So to Cook”s Corner we went. For a time too short.

In the meantime, a new place opened back in Dearborn, bringing with it a revival of our reason to ride Interurban. The new place is on the right in the long one-room building just as Interurban comes to county route Z and is named Dearborn Cafe. Years earlier this building housed Logan’s Bar & Grill, to which we biked to breakfast a few times. After Logan’s closed, Cook’s Corner a while later appeared.

The first time we went to Dearborn Cafe, our young waitress told me her name was Logan. In response to my obvious question, she said, “My grandfather used to own this place.

So today, instead of Cook’s Corner in Smithville we return to our roots in Dearborn, as close, at least, as the comings and goings of small town cafes will allow.

So to all our riders a few days ago, I sent an email correction. Rather than leave from the bike shop in Liberty for a ride to Smithville and breakfast at Cook’s Corner, we would instead meet at the Christian Church in Ferrelview and ride Interurban Road to Dearborn for breakfast in a place named for the town.

Riders today (in order of sign in) Bernd Abele, Eddie Atkinson, Dennis Helt, Rick Miller, David Wood, Terry Clark, Adrian Munoz, Amy Davis, Terry Sharp, Dan Mack, Jennifer Canchoa, Jim Braden, Richard Woodruff, Greg Snodgrass, Mike Nason, Craig Leff, David Eaton, Bill Hessel, Mark Maston, Stefanie Smith, Ed Chasteen. And one other rider I saw as we left Ferrelview. He didn’t stay for breakfast. I can’t remember his name. For that I apologize.

June 24, 2017

Farewell Forever Eleanor


by Ed Chasteen

Simon Fink and Under the Big Oak Tree came last on this first day of summer. Gathered inside the library on Brown Street here in Liberty, Simon sang and played the song he had written, the above title inspired by the final three words in an Alfred Lord Tennyson poem he had once read but could never find again, making even more mysterious the hold on him of three words he must never have read.

Earlier in the day Tom Riggs stood on the porch where Glen Edwards once lived, the corner house at Leonard and Franklin, to play his guitar and sing plaintive, heart-rending songs, one about his dad, his moral compass; one about Texas, making me smile at the mention of “42”, a domino game large in my life as I grew to be a man. In Texas.

On this first day of summer, Liberty has joined with 750 other cities and towns across the globe for Make Music Day. Bill Stillfield grew up in Liberty and moved away to California to make music and started a record company. Now living back in his hometown as our pied piper, Bill has organized again this year as he did last, legions of local folks needed on stage and behind the scenes to make music both visible and vocal in our town. From morning to night our churches, homes, parks, businesses, and our newly minted downtown streets draw singers and players and pockets of people to listen for a time and be taken to a place above and beyond the daily dimensions of our lives where poets and prophets live.

With its big yellow umbrellas shading round black metal tables and its clubhouse dispensing food, Rotary Park at the northwest corner of Gallatin and Franklin is the day-long venue for a succession of music groups. The Liberty Rotary Club holds its regular luncheon meeting here today, and as they lunch, listen to the band scheduled for the noon hour.

Dub Steincross is a longtime Liberty Rotarian, and, until his retirement, pastor of Second Baptist Church, where I was fascinated by his description of the one square block on which our church stands as “this little piece of God’s good earth”. Dub is here today. And we talk for the first time in far-too long-a-time. Though he lives not far away, it is in another town, and our paths seldom cross.

Before returning to Harold and Gwen’s house on Jewell Street where this morning accordions played polkas and tonight the Ukaladies perform, the seniors from Second Baptist retire to the Fish Market at five o’clock for dinner, hosted by Jason Edwards. Jason came to Liberty from Texas some eight years back as our pastor at Second Baptist. It was another Glen Edwards who was Jason’s father, though now Jason’s church owns the house where Tom performs today, the church where Tom’s dad long ago was a minister.

With music as our vehicle of deliverance, we are, on this longest daylight of the year, able to spy a world more as it should be than it actually is, and will, when the sun goes down, too soon come back.

And await next year’s Make Muaic Day: June 21, 2018.