I've had an annoying experience or two. Years ago I was driving around in a fairly scenic rural area just a few miles south of home. I was just out looking for spots to photograph. The area has quite a few high-end homes, some worth a few million. (None of which I was even hanging around near.). I was driving an aging Subaru that was getting ratty. I was stopped twice within an hour or so by local police and interrogated as to my excuse for being alive there. I gave my license; they asked how long I had lived at my current address, and I told them. We were on Brocker road; they asked me how to pronounce Brocker correctly, the apparent implication being that if I didn't know how to pronounce it, I didn't belong there. I'm white, the area is white, and I don't think there was anything about my physical appearance that would normally push any buttons. They finally got off it and let me go, but I have never had any idea but conjecture as to what that was all about.