Never pass a bike

Last weekend, I was driving along the western shore of Cayuga lake, when I saw a garage sale with a few bikes for sale. Most of them were mountain bikes (I hate mountain bikes), but there was a cool sparkly blue English cruiser from the late 1960s, very reminiscent of my orange "path racer". The guy wanted $7 for it, and I passed! I thought: I have too many bikes already... where would I put this one? I have not been able to sleep well since then or to not think about it. Follow my advice: when it's cheap, go for it!