Funny story...
Maybe 15 years ago I was in Denver, CO on a gig. It was mid-June and I was staying right in the heart of downtown Denver, but I did have a rental car... a Subaru something. (I do not remember the model, maybe a Subaru Cyst?)
Anyway, I hated cities even then and just decided one evening to just take a drive into the mountains for supper. I got on some little winding two-lane and got up into the very high mountains. I know I was well above 10,000 feet because there was still snow on the ground. I stopped for supper and called home and did my normal evening routine. Driving back into town I was on some really treacherous small county road coming down the mountain. I ended up riding the brakes for about 10 miles because the road was damn near straight down and winding around the sides of mountains with no guard rails. By the time I got about 2/3rds down, the front brakes were actually smoking. I got about a mile from my hotel and brakes seized up!
The rental company had to send a tow truck to get the Subaru and bring me a new car. Thank God I was traveling almost every week back then or I am sure the rental company would have charged me a fortune to fix their car. As it was, they gave me a free upgrade.
(That was the last time I ever drove a Subaru anything.)