The Good Thing About Your Parked Car Rapidly Filling Up With Water

We're OK.  We're on the 2nd floor and we rent.  

But it was hairy for a couple of hours.  When the water was up to the 4th front step/3rd basement step, I was contemplating putting a hysterical 85 year old woman (landlady) in a plastic trash can and floating her out of here.  Somehow, the water receded while it kept raining for 3-4 more hours.  Firemen show up; couldn't turn off gas, so we had to go.  We had them take her, and then the rain stopped.

We spent most of the night bailing out the car.  No way we were going to some Covid-central shelter. 

We're still in the sopping-out  stage now, but it's raining again.

Two of the houses on the block have a sloped driveway/sunken garage.  Stuff floating a foot from the ceiling.  One guy in ground-floor apt woke up and noticed his AC, TV and microwave were off.  Then put his hand into 3' of water on the side of his bed.

It ain't hard to see the positive. 

The car started (a fireman's idea) while it was still pouring, much to my surprise. Dude thought it would be a good idea to put an 85 year old in a recently submerged vehicle for ride to the "shelter" (more on that, eventually).  "Maybe a more reliable vehicle would be a better idea."  I didn't try to hide the sarcasm.  Every dash light stayed lit; had no reverse gear; wouldn't get out of first.  We were headed to a hotel but turned back home.  Stopped raining shortly after.  I got it into reverse after it had been running a while. Transmission was OK Thursday AM.  Had one "void" while testing the brakes on a hill.  For about 10' at about 15MPH.  Absorbent material comes out damp; no more wring-worthy volume.  We're down to Engine, Airbag and Seatbelt (comes and goes) lights at last check. Smells a bit like food currently, as opposed to the musty smell the whole neighborhood has.  I walked down the sidewalk a block over, between the houses and waterlogged stuff on the curb.  "Hmm, OK, I'll breath at the corner."

Dumb question of [Wed.] night:  "Is your power out?  Yes.  "Do you know the code for the garage door?"

And thanks, Jaz.  We're good.

Thanks, T.

Just did the online claim thing.

One dash light that wasn't lit previously popped up today (door ajar (Yes, I checked))

Wow.  Done.  Just like that.  Got a text.  Got a phone call.  Took a picture.  Got two texts, each with a name of a different person "assigned to inspect your vehicle".  About two minutes later, another text said my vehicle had been inspected, was a total loss, and be prepared to get my shit out of there.  Down to the documents and the plates at this point.  Waiting to hear from Joe Tow.

I'd take it out and do donuts somewhere, but . . . front wheel drive.