All little girls want their very own pony. A pretty little horse to ride around and be best friends with. As a kid, you had to beg your parents for a pony, even though you knew you’d never, ever get one.

But now I’m a grownup. Maybe instead of playing pretty pretty princess dress-up with a make believe pony, I’ll go out and buy one for myself.

The Camaro was a pipe dream for me just a few years ago. An utter impossibility. But now . . . the automotive industry is in the toilet and they are desperate to move anything, especially the brand-spankin’ new revamp of a classic, available in April. Say what you will about Detroit steel — the Camaro is an exception. Well designed, built to last, and an instant collector’s item, it’s a pony car that isn’t as played out as the Mustang or as annoyingly flashy as a Trans Am. It’s a Camarrrrrrrrrrrrowrowrorwrrrrrrrrrro.

I don’t know if I even need a new car yet. I’ll find out within the next couple of hours. But if I do . . . I just may be begging myself for a new pony . . .