This was me three years ago after hurricane Irene. I tried to drive through it, didn't make it. Car was totaled and I felt like an idiot. There had been several other big puddles over the past few weeks that I had made it through okay, but it only takes one.
I'm trying to remember my favorite part of the experience. Was it wading through knee deep Delaware River water mixed with Philly sewage to get back to my clubhouse? Was it waiting until 11:30 PM for a tow truck to tow me 40 miles home, stopping first at an ATM so I could pull out $350 to pay him? Was it walking to car rental place the next morning (or perhaps discovering I didn't have rental car coverage?) Or maybe the fact that I destroyed my car, which I had just paid off and absolutely loved...
So, no. Fuck no. I am not driving through that shit.