Formula 1 finds its spiritual home in the chaos of Las Vegas

“You here for the Formula 1?” my Uber driver practically yells, over the incredibly loud blast of his music. He’s whipping a sharp U-turn around Las Vegas Boulevard, and it throws me against the car door with comic book momentum; this guy’s no stranger to a bit of G-force himself. Yes, I reply, hoping he can hear me over the din of the radio, the wind rushing through the car’s rolled-down windows. “I’mexcitedareyouexcited?” he hollers back, all in one breath. …