I grew up in a the town of Littlerock, CA. When it rained, it didn't take long for dry creek beds to fill up with water. Roadways that ran parallel to the mountains would become covered with water.
One time I came up on one of those water covered roads, while driving to a friends house.
I slowed down to a reasonable speed and proceeded to drive across. A pick up coming from the other direction was going much slower.
I was in a Kia Sportage. I was having fun watching the water spray up from both sides of my car.
I'm such a kid
As we came towards each other, I noticed the other driver had his window rolled down. I can still remember the look on the guys face as we passed, and water began to cover the hood of his pick up
Needless to say, he didn't seem too happy as water began pouring into the cab of his pick up. I looked in my rear view mirror & saw him shaking his fist at me as I continued to make my way on dry road, and continue on my drive