Kamy Bruder Blog

A few weeks ago, we all went to the Temecula Wineries and found a marvelous place where we could shoot. We had a great day, and loads of fun. One thing that I will probably remember forever is that since we're professionals, we used the Chevy's headlights for the late evening shoots, and unfortunately, at some point, we all kind of realized that the lights were diminishing. Of course, the battery went dead. What is so funny about it is that we were literally in the middle of nowhere and had actually no clue as to what to do. We all kind of tried our hardest and put our intentions and all of our energies into getting the thing going, but really could not. That's where reality kicks in! So we strolled down the hill to that one house we could see lit on the horizon and walked in. It was obvious though that they would have a dog, and even if I wished to have seen a Chiwawa running up towards us, it was not. At first, the Rottweiler was not so happy to see us, and tons of questions went rushing in my head; indeed, anyone with half a brain would have figured that one out: One never knows if the house owner posted sign reading 'Beware of Dog" just to frighten prowlers, or if there is really a vicious dog nearby, or if 'Dog' is merely the owner's nickname for a deep pit, and it is most disconcerting to find that you have brought steaks marinated in sleeping potion when you should maybe have brought a sturdy pair of folding stilts, or vice versa. Nonetheless, we survived, and the house owner came running out at our rescue, and gently proposed to help. We got the truck started and all got home safely!

This picture right here is one of my favorites. It is very inspirational and so much comes out from it. So, if you were to ask me what this picture means to me, I would have to go back to the places I grew up in. Growing up in France, in a caring family, certainly did me really good. I know I have had a fun, happy, and healthy childhood, and it will definitely be the tone of my life: Happy Memories. I realized not long ago, that memories are what drives me to move forward, and bring joy and happiness to people’s lives. Having a car, a house, or anything really, is not what makes you complete; it is not what makes you who are. I could not even picture my life today without being able to think of the time I spent growing up in schools in France, at home with my family, fighting with my brother, teasing my baby sister, breaking the rules with my friends, and still getting away scratch less or unnoticed; not to even mention the many years spent on a motocross track, racing and competing; but most importantly, going places and meeting people I will remember forever. Most of society or culture, it seems, is lost in confusion and chaos, a veil that clouds people's true vision, that blocks who they truly are, holds them from being present. I can see, in this picture, on my face, an air of admiration, or should I say, inevitably, an air of remembrance? Remembrance of who, or what, I do not know, but the looks on my face often have me wonder. What is reflected here, is the young boy who grew up in France, in the fields, where winter days are beyond cold, summer days beyond hot. But this passionate boy had dreams, and he strove for them, leaving everything he had at home, and going to America, a few dollars only in his pocket. Even though it is the same person, many events separate the times of the little boy mentioned here, and the times of the character represented on the picture, highly shaping who I have become over the years.

After spending over a year sleeping in a shed, the mice finding home beneath his bed, in an old room he cleaned in a workshop in Perris, CA, the boy made arrangements with himself and decided that he, too, had a message to share. It did not really matter to me that I was broke, sleeping a bunk bed, my clothes on most nights; I still could take a nice, warm, shower everyday, and have a well-deserved meal every night. I had to start somewhere, but I had dreams, and I had made it that far already. Now, I feel I am only a few steps away from where I want to be, as a racer, as an author, but essentially as a human being, and fulfilling my mission is bringing me closer to that. If to have written just only for myself has impacted me that much, to share with you some of my stories, and some of my ideas, is going to even have a greater impact on my life.

So, this is what this picture has given me: more hope, more things to strive for, and the will to be successful.

Love Always,

~ Kamy