I went to several of those shows in San Diego over the years and they were all great, but no knowing if this was the actual high-water mark or not.
We always had a good time scooting down from the Inland Empire, making a weekend of it in San Diego, seeing the show, meeting new friends, partying like crazy. I can remember staying at the Lucky 7 Motel, with like 40 people ending up crashing there over night. There was some sort of altercation when some skinheads tried to ransack our room -- literally they were kicking people and stole some lawn chairs and ice chests of all things. (Don't ask me why we had lawn chairs, I really don't know.) Eventually, everyone passed out. Wait, am I supposed to be admitting this stuff? Even now?
Oh yeah, in '86 one thing I can't forget is that it was hot, too hot, I had too much to drink, and I think I sort of didn't appreciate The Risk as much as I would have otherwise. Ah, well . . . . .