The paddock was quiet—but not for long.

A storm was rolling in. Not from the sky, but from Detroit.

Fresh black trucks with orange LED underglow pulled into the paddock like war machines. The side of the hauler read one thing in raw, industrial lettering:

DETROIT DRIFT.

The newest team in Formula 1 had arrived—and they weren’t here to make friends.

People whispered. Mechanics paused. Journalists leaned in, scribbling notes. The logo—a sharp, weaponized version of the classic Detroit “D”—gleamed against the matte finish. And then the driver stepped out.