I'm not a big believer in numbers somehow ruling our lives. Generally, I don't believe any of the superstitions, myths, legends, and "urban legends" that so many people take so seriously.
Having said that, I have a rather interesting tale of a rather strange coincidence of numbers.
At the September Summit Point CCS race I camped at my normal spot. This is a physical location at the Point where my friends and I have been camping for years. This loose association of racing compadres have come to be called "Turn 11". This is much like the phrase "19th hole" used in golf. Since Summit Point only has 10 turns, referring to ourselves as Turn 11 basically describes our after-racing mind-set.
My first race that weekend, I was gridded on row 11. In that race I finished 11th.
My second race that weekend, I finished 11th.
My third and last race that weekend, I finished 11th.
I think we all know what happened the following Tuesday, September 11th.