I am Maximilian Augustus Dumaz. Max Dumaz,… And yes, pronounce it like it sounds. “Dumb-ass” That’s OK. That’s who I am. This…not my birth name, but it fits for who I have become for this blog anyway. My birth name? Does it really matter? Those who know me, know me. Stanley Gerald “Jerry” Bronstrup IV. See? Now you know why I choose Max. A dumb ass, not really; a few dumb choices; most likely. Been called one; on more occasion than I’d like to admit. Who cares! I chose this name , and wear it proudly. I like the name! I makes people smile, and some even laugh. That in itself is good. Join me in my travels, some near, some far. Mundane? never. Off the beaten path; as often as I can steal away from the constraints of modern American life. “Conservative side” folks. I actually work hard and as you will find here, play harder.
Who though, am I really beyond this name? “Photogra-freek”, (that one is easy to figure out), “Motociclista”, (Spanglish for Motorcyclist), story teller, writer, Adventurer, not you average “Joe”. Father, friend, boss, husband. All names I wear proudly, just as I do Max Dumaz.
I’m here for an adventure. I work smart, and play hard. I am not satisfied to sit back and watch the world go by on Saturday with the boys while drinking my life away. I can however, drink a “six-pack”, but I choose not to. In the past, I have though. I don’t have one either, but again in the past, I’ve had one. I am not; a couch potato, weekend warrior, follower, nor metro sexual megalomaniac gym rat that thinks the world revolves around me. I am just who I am, and I accept that for what it’s worth. Not much, but I..don’t care for what you think…except that I did right by you. I am Max Dumaz. Pleased to meet your acquaintance.
This blog…is for me, and you, if you wish. Whether you choose to follow along, that’s you business. I wont be offended if you don’t. I write here, to preserve my memories, my photographs, my travels. Follow along if you will.