Last week, no bueno. Sitting in that dealership back lot, all lonely, and this International Scout was droning on about the border and the arroyos in Presidio County. Back in the day. He had been through 12 sets of tires. Twelve? And he was telling me about every flat. But who am I to complain, … More Welcome home, Milton! And happy birthday!
I don’t know, I’m just a Ford Transit Trail with some campervan bling, but I thought everything was fine. But no. First of all, I’m alone. Not alone alone. It’s just that my owners have disappeared. Last week, after we got back from our epic 3-month trek to Canada and back, they took everything out … More Has Milton been abandoned?
It was snowing like crap in Jackson Hole. My entire identity as a Ford Transit Trail was at risk as the white fluffy was piling up and making me look like a marshmallow. The overlords, Paula and Scott, had wimped out and decided not to drive to Park City in the middle of the snowstorm … More Milton chooses civil disobedience
Yesterday my unelected dictator, the man who usually drives me – a well-groomed and sprightly 2023 Ford Transit Trail – fell down and got a boo boo. I’m not impressed, and not very sorry. He’s been pushing the envelope – taking me into snow, ice, cold like single digits on the Kelvin scale, and parking … More Milton gets homesick
Hey. Sorry I haven’t been around for a few days. You know how it is when you’re under the weather? Even a 2023 Ford Transit Trail can come down with something. This time it’s the water system. I bet you were thinking the problem would have been the electrical system. I know! Again!!!? That would … More Milton gets a cold
OK, so I’m animated. What? A Transit Trail, animated? Could be I am the epitome of an inanimate object, but that didn’t prevent my drivers from taking this little class B campervan south of the border. Canadian border! Last week we were in Montana. The map gods took us along snowy and winding roads through … More Milton plays a prank
Hello, again My name is Milton. I’m a Ford, specifically a Transit van that has been built out to pretend that my parasitic occupants, Scott and Paula, are “camping.” Really? Camping? What about the Espar heater they have blasting 24/7? And the sink with running water? I showed them with the drain to the sink … More Milton meets his tire chains
Hello. My name is Milton. At least that’s what I think it is, since the two humans that seem to be living inside me keep calling me “Milton.” I think they are parasites. There’s this guy who keeps cursing at my side door when the sliding mechanism does not allow for a perfect closure, and … More Milton – genesis
On January 6, 2024, I retired from medicine and set out to enjoy a year of invention, adventure, and reflection before spinning up another incarnation of myself, Scott Mclean – the writer. One thing I learned in that impostor syndrome loves rebirth. Though I may tempestuously declare that I am a writer, in the still … More Gap Year, Week 52
Infinity is our fate, whether we realize it or not. … More Gap Year, Week 50
Scott D. McLean, MD 