I've been doing some low-cadence work on the bike trainer recently, for which a good bit of doom was the natural choice- both in that it slows down my perception of time enough for pedalling at 50rpm indoors to not feel like some kind of twisted space-time distortion, and also in expressing my general sentiment at my weedy ass being asked to generate that kind of torque.

Were you "Runn'n with the Devil...?" (Van Halen)