More fun with numbers

Not long after I arrived at his house this evening, after a long, long drive down from Monterey (traffic in Pismo Beach? Really? Really?), Mr. Father-King said to me, "Have you looked at the license plates on your rental car?" After I admitted that I had not looked at them even one time over the course of this last week, Mr. Father-King, who is a little more mathematically oriented than I am (these days, who isn't?), noted that if the first number on the plate were read as the letter it resembles, then it was almost like I was driving around with personalized vanity plates, and then took a picture to commemorate the coincidence.
Now I just have to find some numerological significance for that pesky 268 at the end. I will be driving by a prominent Kabbalah center tomorrow -- maybe I should drop in and see what they have to say.