So, temps up to level, it’s time to see what the Type R’s blown four-pot feels like when I’m strapped inside. The result leaves me breathless, slightly disorientated and screaming expletives into the Nomex lining of my crash helmet. There have been supercharged Atoms with nearly as much power in the past, but they haven’t mustered that savage stab of torque from such low revs. Floor the throttle and the Atom quivers for a millisecond, as if you’ve connected the metal frame to the mains, before slamming forward with a ferocity that makes it difficult to focus on the vanishing point.