This reminds me of when I owned the ranch. When ever I came into town, I would be driving my pickup truck, dirty nasty looking beast. Damn near always got stopped by a cop when I was in or near the neighborhood where my bother lives. I ask the cop one one stop why this was happening? He was forthright, said the dirty nasty looking truck didn't look like it belonged in the neighborhood but I do have to admit, I also had a tail light out on one stop too.
Sold the ranch and, Viola! Don't have this trouble any more. Sold the truck too, one or the other worked.