THE BIG SHOW MUST GO ON
I FIRST MET Sebastian Vettel 11 years ago. He was 23 years old and in the midst of his staggering four-championship run, during which he dominated a Formula 1 field that included seasoned powerhouses like Lewis Hamilton, Fernando Alonso, and Jenson Button. At the time, only the racing faithful cared all that much about F1 in the U.S. It was a Euro thing. The races ran at awkward hours when Americans were sleeping off hangovers. An F1 driver could walk the streets of New York City or go clubbing in L.A. with near anonymity. In 2011, work had only just begun on North America’s premier track, Austin’s Circuit of the Americas. Vettel, the son of a German carpenter named Norbert, showed up to lunch at a mid-town-Manhattan Cantonese restaurant freshly shaven, wearing…