The sump guard had accordioned up against the oil pan. Holy habanero batman! We pulled ovver later and took off the bolts that were threatening to pierce the pan, only to find that one bolt could not be removed because it was pinched in a wrinkly of the “guard” and we needed to get it up high to remove it. We drive the last 250 kilometers with it hangin down dragging, probably sparking, clanging. We drove into a very sketchy looking village after midnight looking for gas; clanging, dragging, and not remotely under the radar but callling all kinds of unwanted attention to ourselves. As if the car with it’s unique graphics does not call attention enough! There were HERDS of teenage boys in the town hanging out. Coming out of dance halls at closing time, congregating on low walls where they could sit. OMG I was completely freaked out.