Have you seen him yet?

My friend Tony spotted him over the weekend, on Mass Ave., if I'm not mistaken. And then, this evening as I was riding home, we crossed paths on Tremont Street.

He's a skinny, scrappy old thing. Looks like he's seen some tough times. But that's life in the city, as my ma used to say, especially for a bear. But despite the patch of mange on his tattered old hide, and his worn old visage with its faded fur and sad, goofy smile, he's ever so friendly, waving at everyone as he rides by. And waving in a nice way. He doesn't freakin' QUACK-QUACK at you, all aggressively, like you're the butt of his joke. Just a neighborly little wave as he passes. Which is why people wave back.

He doesn't stand for anything in particular. He's not advertising anything that I can see. He's just a bear on a bike. Which is enough, when you think about it.

We need to fix him up with a foxy, cycling she-bear, so they can get busy making baby bears. Because Boston most definitely needs more bears on bikes.