There are some that say that handbuilt bicycles have souls, that they carry part of their creator with them. I don't know about that, but if they do, McLeans, built by the late McLean Fonvielle with simple hand tools, without modern power equipment, would have soul in spades. That's why this one hurts a little to look at.
Bicycles are not like automobiles, Duesenbergs for instance, where the location of every one is know by the aficionados. That said, because there are relatively few McLeans out there, it is rare for one to show up unexpectedly. This one did. This is clipped from an e-mail yesterday from Jack Gabus: