ABOUT USGET TO KNOW THEHEART OF PLACID PLANET
No matter where you are in life,
everyone wants an adventure, a quest for fun.
We’re committed to getting you on your way.
Placid Planet Bicycles was established in 1994 by Kenny Boettger and Julie Voss to provide cyclists with a superior outlet for their cycling needs. (It was also determined that since the only job Kenny ever had was in a bike shop, he was virtually unemployable in any other industry!)
The shop continues to grow with the help of a hugely qualified and friendly staff, a great customer base, wild enthusiasm, awesome selection, and the desire to do a better job than anyone else.
We pride ourselves on being open nearly every day of the year, with a trained mechanic available…and when you need something, we have it…usually in-stock and on the shelf.
We look forward to meeting you next time you’re in Lake Placid. And, by the way…coffee’s on us
Master Mechanic Kenny Boettger
Hometown: Saranac Lake, NY. All-American city.
Title: Co-founder, Chief of the Fun Department
Reason for employment: 21 years ago Julie and I figured it’d be a swell idea to start the coolest bike shop around. It’s been a great ride so far!
Two factoids that the rest of the world might not yet know about yerself:
I rode my first half-century in Maryland when I was 6 on a red Huffy single-speed. Man was my dad ticked when he found me and realized I’d hitchhiked all the way to Maryland!
I love traveling to cool places, especially if there’s deep powder to be had, fun singletrack to be ridden, or pickled scorpion on the menu. The finer things!
One reason you love bikes: Bikes mean freedom! Plus, they’re really fun.
Favorite ride: Mountain bikes? Hardy RD—Wilmington’s finest. On the road, our ‘Fantastic Fifty-Two’ hits some of the best stuff around—out towards Tupper Lake, past Lake Clear, back through Saranac Lake, and back home.
Favorite ice cream flavor: Coffee gelato or lemon sorbet.
Closing remarks: If you’re passing through this neck of the woods, come check us out. We’ve got the coolest bikes in stock and ready to ride, a great staff, and did I mention we have a super-charged espresso machine? Pronto!
Best Boss Ever Bill Schneider
Title: Ex-Shop Manager/Master Nurse
Place of Birth: Bowling Green, Kentucky. (To our dismay, this is actually not where bowling was invented. However, from what we can tell, it is within striking distance of where the Louisville Slugger was invented.)
What would you say it is you do around here, anyway? I’m F.I.S.T. and Serotta Fit certified. Know what that means? I can make your Cannondale Super-6 feel more comfortable than a La-Z-Boy recliner at a Super Bowl Party. I know more about mountain bike suspension linkages than McCaullay Culkin knows about teen marriage pre-nup contracts, and I once met David Lee Roth rock climbing. Need I say more?
Describe yourself in a sentence: More caffeinated than a meeting room full of Goldman Sachs interns, more helpful than chamois cream on the first century ride of the season.
Dream bike: Sitting in my garage: 2014 Santa Cruz Tallboy complete with the Ben Frantz ‘Jammy-Jam’ parts spec.
Photographer Julie Voss
Hometown: Illinois, smack dab in America’s heartland
Title: Co-founder, Janitorial Strategist
Reason for employment: A few years back I was perfectly content sailing through the Caribbean, sampling rum from the deck of a beautiful 1935 Fife sailboat when I was talked into this whole bike shop gig.
Two factoids that the rest of the world might not yet know about yourself:
Favorite ride: The Keene- New Russia- Elizabethtown loop is tough to beat. If we’re talking off-road, I’m happiest skirting the canals of Europe, as long as there are a handful of good pubs along the way!
Favorite ice cream flavor: Shawarma. Just kidding! Anything from Berthillon eaten while gazing over the Siene. (We looked up half a dozen of these words and learned that shawarma is a tasty meat concoction grilled on a spit, the Berthillon is responsible for France’s tastiest ice cream, and the Seine is a twisting waterway running through France, synonymous with romance, Napoleon, fantastic cycling and some of the best food and wine on the planet.)
Champion of Cycle Tatyana Reinboldt
Place of birth: Indianapolis, Indiana. Home to Kurt Vonnegut, sliced bread, and the Indianapolis 500. Did you know that the first event held at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway was really a helium balloon competition? Nope, of course you didn’t. See– Indianapolis will keep you on your toes!
Hometown: Lisbon, Iowa. The loving place where people pretend to know where you are from but have absolutely no idea.. ‘You said you were from Idaho right?’
Reason for employment: I’m the store manager. Due to the fact that I possess a keen knack for cycling fashion and have upper management written all over me, I’m around to keep the place running like clockwork and our customers satisfied.
Reason for relocating from Iowa to the Winter Sports Capital of the World: You likely know this, but the Hawkeye State (where I grew up) is famous for corn, chickens, and this crazy law which states that it’s illegal for a mustached man to kiss a woman in public. I’m not that passionate about corn, and prefer beautiful mountains and twisty singletrack, so this was a pretty natural fit. Oh, did you know that Iowa is home to the national Hobo Convention? Yup. That’s another reason I came here.
Claim to Fame: I’m a certified Specialized Body-Geometry bike fitter, and I’m good at it! I ride a Trek Remedy, and consider it the finest form of off-road transportation. Ask me about it. What else? Oh. I was born with my tongue stuck to the bottom of my mouth. That’s since been resolved, thank goodness.
Zodiac Sign: Gemini. The world is full of joy, as far as I’m concerned.
Parting Thoughts: Well, since you’re asking. If I had to say, my favorite road bike loop in the Adirondacks would be the Fantastic Fity-Two, hands down. Also, since you’re still asking, if I had to bring two things with me to a deserted island, I’d bring another human (preferably one I enjoyed spending time with), and a knife. I’m a practical person. A knife would be much more useful than a toaster oven, for example. Unless there were electricity, I suppose…
Outdoor McGuiver Shane Kramer
Age: Just a number.
Place of birth: The Empire State.
Social Security Number: 7.
Two factoids that the rest of the world might not yet know about yerself: Listen here, you little whippersnapper. I’ve got calves so big I almost served as Schwarzenegger’s calf-double in Pumping Iron except I was out riding and missed the phone call. I raced Ironman twice while eating nothing but Funyuns and Tic Tacs, and I’ve got a pro mountain bike license. I brew more beer out of my bathtub in a month than Lagunitas does in a leap year, and my border collie is smarter than your honor student. I used to own a business hand-crafting my own guitars, I go out riding with John Kerry on a weekly basis, and I’ve drafted high-rez maps for every inch of singletrack in this county. Any more questions? Oh yeah, and I drive a Honda. What of it?
Describe yourself in a sentence: It must have been Dennis Rodman or Robert Greene that coined the phrase “Jack of all trades, master of none…” but it was Shane Kramer that coined the phrase, “I’m better than you at everything.”
What would you say it is you do around here, anyway? If it’s broke, best let me fix it. If it’s not broke, better let me check it anyway. Otherwise, you’ll find me out riding or saddled up at the all-you-can-eat clambake at Tail of the Pup. Or at Liquids and Solids, hitting shamelessly on the bartender.
Closing remarks: Because is the best answer for everything.
Zodiac: Last I checked this wasn’t Santa Fe, New Mexico. Let’s focus on the matter at hand. Broken? I’ll fix it.
Title: Vice Chairman of mechanic-based activities
Place of birth: Holley, NY, which bears a striking resemblance to the ice-planet Hoth.
Reason for employment: I have a knack for riding and wrenching two-wheeled machines. Those skills, I think, developed around the same time it became socially acceptable for me to frolic nude in a Chuckie Cheese ball pit.
Reason for making the pilgrimage back east after working for three years as a mountain bike guide in Jackson Hole: Easy. 1) I remembered that east coast women are better-looking and easier to talk to, and they don’t have smelly dreadlocks, frightening goggle tans, or bigger trucks than mine. 2) BETA just built about 3,582 miles of spicy new singletrack in the Tri-Lakes region. 3) My big brother Karl said I could crash at his place “for a few months,” just until I got my “feet on the ground.” Now, after three months of riding the east coast’s finest singletrack, chatting up good-looking but not-quite-so-easy-to-talk-to women, and sleeping on a neon green beanbag in my brother’s laundry room, I’ve found paradise.
Zodiac sign: Capricorn. According to the Free Trader, I can’t let my empathy drain my resources this week. But next week, watch out. Someone very close to me will begin to feel like they’re owed something, and they’re supposed to reach out Monday or Tuesday. Man, I hope it’s not Karl threatening to charge me rent. I’m in the laundry room, using a pillow I’ve stitched together using scraps from the lint trap for chrissake!
Two factoids that the rest of the world might not yet know about yerself: 1) I once beat my brother Karl in an arm-wrestling match that lasted over four hours. I finally routed him by stomping on his toe, he lost focus. Keith for the win! 2) I was the 2012 Gelande Quaffing World Champion. If you’ve never heard of it, you need to spend more time on the internet, or in Jackson Hole. Or both. And yes (3) I do have the rainbow-striped jersey to prove it.
Boy Wonder Beckett Ledger
Age: 14. Hey, that’s legal to drive in… Montana, I think. And Guam. Definitely most of Mexico.
Place of Birth: Lake Placid, NY. Home to a whole slew of Olympic Games, Bazzi’s Pizza, and the galaxy’s finest bike shop.
Two factoids that the rest of the world might not yet know about yerself: 1) I skipped the 7th grade, because I learned myself to read real good. 2) I went off Lake Placid’s 90 meter ski jump when I was 12 years old. If you want to know what it feels like, duct tape yourself to the roofrack of your friend’s ’98 Jeep Cherokee wearing nothing but a flimsy helmet and lycra skinsuit, and make sure to throw your arms out and shout like Leonardo di Caprio on the bow of the Titanic. Then imagine doing the whole thing on skis, without Kate Winslet holding onto your waist.
Favorite thing about riding bikes: Did you know that Albert Einstein came up with his theory of relativity while unemployed, riding a beat up singlespeed around Princeton, New Jersey? At this rate I’m well on my way to nailing down this whole nuclear fission thing. Seriously though, nothing beats getting to the top of a sicky-sicky-gnar-kill downhill piece of singletrack after grinding your way to the top. Nothing. Well, maybe going off the K90 meter ski jump with Kate Winslet holding onto your waist.
What would you say it is you do around here, anyway? I’m a PEOPLE PERSON! I’m good at DEALING WITH PEOPLE, OKAY! But really, I do it all. I keep the place running clean, kind of like the oil/gas mixture in your lawnmower. I know a whole lot about local trails, fun mountain bikes, and cycling apparel. I’ve also memorized 88% of the lines to Wet Hot American Summer. Did I mention I skipped the 7th grade?
Favorite ice cream flavor: Strawberry. You know what they say, if it ain’t broke, don’t go fixing it with crap like caramel, chocolate chips, and all that nonsense.
Closing remarks: I’m a Pisces. So is Kate Winslet. No coincidence.
Man of Steel Matt Young
Age: Old enough.
Hometown: Chestertown, NY. Birthplace to all that is awesome.
Reason for employment: Sometimes, a bike shop just needs a guy like me around. And by “guy like me” I mean someone who’s raced Ironman, has biceps big enough to shred any piece of clothing that comes from the Gap Outlet, and has helped build most every inch of singletrack in this county.
Two factoids that the rest of the world might not yet know about yerself: 1) Once… okay. Wait. Not once, but like 54 times, I convinced my employer to let me double the amount of vacation time that I was allotted in a working year to go do incredible things outdoors, like paddle an insanely remote river in Siberia fueled by nothing other than canned horsemeat and daily doses of lingering communist fervor, and drive a mostly insulated Ford Econoline van with a woodstove in it to the Chic Choc mountains in northeastern Quebec to go backcountry skiing. 2) I’m a professional kayaker, certified educator, expert extreme-vacation taker, and all around helpful guy. Also, I have a lot to do with the fact that every student graduating from Lake Placid Elementary knows how to have fun riding a mountain bike. Neat, huh?
Closing remarks: Horsemeat ain’t all it’s canned up to be.
Doodle Overlord Bill Frazer
Age: Biological age: 35. Mental age: still trying to sneak into R-rated movies.
Hometown: Andrew Cuomo land.
Reason for employment: The Frazer factor: knows as much about Fox forks as he does about Felt TT frames. Excitable, fun, ready to help.
One factsoid that the rest of the world might not yet know about yerself:
1) I like to draw. Often times they’re just little sketches of what’s going on in my mind. Take, for instance, a dinosaur on a motorcycle. I doodled that up while waiting for Keith McKeever to show up for Friday night’s Hardy ride. Don’t you think dinosaurs would have ridden bikes, you know, if they could have? And there were bikes around?
One reason you love bikes: According to a recent peer-reviewed study by Readers Digest (large print edition), bikes are the world’s best form of transportation. Pogo-sticking is second. Kurt Vonnegut put it best when he said, “I tell you, we’re here on Earth to fart around and ride bikes. Don’t let anybody tell you different.”
Favorite ride: Cinderella story to Craig Wood to Broken Dreams to Loop 3 to Cherry Patch up 86 to Lumber Yard to Judge Smails to Night Putting to Twisted Sister to Bushwood to the Lake for a Swim. Confused? See above, ‘Frazer factor’.
Admiral of Advice McCahill
Place of Birth: Born and bred in the Olympic Village of Lake Placid. Actually, wait. I’m gluten-free now so I was just born and corn tortilla’d in the Olympic Village.
A few factoids that the rest of the world might not yet know about yerself:
Favorite thing about riding bikes: I saw you on the Manhattan-bound Brooklyn Q train. I was wearing a blue-striped t-shirt and a pair of maroon pants. You were wearing a vintage red skirt and a smart white blouse. We both wore glasses. I guess we still do. I fell in love with you a little bit, in that stupid way where you completely make up a fictional version of the person you’re looking at and fall in love with that person. But still I think there was something there. Wait, this was supposed to be about bikes? Maybe you had a bike with you? I still think there was something there…
What would you say it is you do around here, anyway? Here’s what I offer: vaguely helpful suggestions on which bike might best suit your riding style, incredibly helpful suggestions on where to find the best all-you-can-eat Wienerschnitzel restaurants in western Austria.
Favorite ice cream flavor: Crumbs Along the Mohawk, which is NOT the little-known sequel to Last of the Mohicans, but rather the most delicious flavor that the food chemists at Stewarts have concocted to date. Basically Rocky Road with a boatload of graham crackers tossed in for good measure.
Closing remarks: The newscaster spoke with a barking sort of hilarity, as though life were a comical steeplechase, with unconventional steeds and hazards and vehicles involved. He made me feel that even I was a contestant– in a bathtub drawn by three aardvarks, perhaps. I had as good a chance as anybody to win.
Master of Merchandise Bob Tysen
Hometown: Ontario, aka God’s country
Title: Captain of Quadricep Strength, Master of Merchandise
Reason for employment: Every bike shop worth its salt needs a Race Across America qualifying-time record holder on its staff.
Two factoids that the rest of the world might not yet know about yerself: The fun thing about Bob is that he’s reached the pinnacle of just about every sport that requires massive aerobic intake and even more massive quads. Sure, he’s been a pro mountain bike and cyclocross rider (Canadian national CX champion), and even a pro speedskater competing on the European circuit, but did you know he’s the 200 mile trail run course record holder for the famous Rideau trail? Put that in your pipe and smoke it. When he’s not out laying down the watts, he’s casting flies in the Ausable.
One reason you love bikes: Did you know that the Wright brothers owned a bike shop in Dayton, Ohio? Know what else? I went to High School in Ontario with a porn star named Denise Matthews. Apparently she got big into music, started dating Billy Idol, and then got into crack. Me? I stuck to bikes. Bikes and speedskates.
Favorite ride: My favorite road bike loop heads out 86 to Saranac Lake, Route 3 to Route 30, to Forest Home Road, back to 3, and back to Lake Placid. When I’m feeling frisky I’ll do it three times for good measure. If I’m not feeling frisky, I’ll do it four times. Sometimes that’s the only thing that gets the frisk back.
Favorite ice cream flavor: Good vanilla. Not that off-white nonsense. We’re talking Bryers variety. If it doesn’t have those nice little brown/black flecks of deliciousness inside, I’m not feeling the love.
Twisted Sister Matthew Beckwith-Laube
Years on Staff at PP: Dos, give or take a few months.
2 things we wouldn’t otherwise know about you:
One reason you love bikes: Bikes are really something else. I mean how else can you buzz into Keene Valley doing 15 over the posted speed limit and get cheered on by a police officer?
Favorite local MTB ride: Broken Dreams to Twisted Sister. Also, ironically, the name of my Kiss cover band. We’re at the Waterhole next week, come swing by.
Favorite local road ride: I’m not a real fan of any stretch of road which connects to the Ironman loop. I’m more likely to be found out in the Ausable Forks and Champlain Valley neck of the woods.
Favorite ice cream flavor: Peanut butter Pandemonium. Did you know that Pandemonium was also the capitol of Hell in John Milton’s Paradise Lost? Well, consider yourself enlightened. It’s one helluva ice cream.
Zodiac sign: Pegasus Breakdancing. Dance, baby dance like the world is ending.
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