I was at a graveyard & church way out in the boonies yesterday, miles out on dirt roads. I was there for about five hours, and after I left, I heard this tremendous racket and clatter coming from under the car. I stopped the car, with my first thought being "Shit, there is NO ONE out here, and I have NO cell signal."
After looking under the car, it turned out to be nothing. It just sits so low that I was scraping the crap out of the exhaust pipe and under-body, almost to the point of being in danger of high centering. That would have been an interesting predicament.
I don't know how I got in there without high centering or scraping anything, but I will be more mindful if I go out there again.