As I was heading out the door Friday evening, I glanced out the window and saw it was raining and was somewhat relieved that I now have a car and wouldn’t have to walk in inclement weather. Little did I know that when it rains in Houston, it rains in Houston. While the main streets weren’t that bad (with only a couple of inches of water covering the asphalt) the neighborhood which I was trying to access was under at least 6-8″ of water. Driving in it (in a Honda Civic, mind you) was the most frightening thing I’ve done in a long time.
When I looked out the driver’s side window, there was a wake in the street, much like a speed boat, and the water lapped in front of my headlights. I could feel the floor under my feet shifting from the water streaming under it , but the streets were too narrow to flip a U-turn and get the hell out. I could feel the beginning of a panic attack as a car in an intersection ahead of me stalled out and the driver tried to flash his or her lights to let people know where the car was parked. Completely freaking out at this point (because I’ve never driven in even one inch of water, let alone half a dozen), I put my car into reverse and backed up onto a higher street, parked, and turned the air conditioning up full blast to cool my sweat and let my heart rate slow. I realize this doesn’t sound very dramatic, but I was seriously scared shitless.
Oh, and by the way, next time I probably won’t back up to get out of the situation, after reading this story about a woman who died Friday night trying to that.