Ahhh, I recall it well. Growing up in Southern California, we'd attend the Winter Nationals in Pomona almost every year. The sweet smell of burning alcohol, and rubber. The speed, acceleration, and feeling the sound beat your chest while the headphones and earplugs try and keep your ears safe. Sunset would come and 10' roman candles would shoot from the exhaust.
As a young teen, this was essentially a religion changing event that would indoctrinate you to the church of 'go fast'.
25 years later I come to find out my Mother lives on the same street as John Force. I recall explaining to him in passing that he was one of my childhood Apostles. And yes, he's just as crazy off the track, as he is on camera in the pits.
Good to hear you had a nice time. I especially liked your agenda. Racing, cars, boats, planes..... color me envy.