Wrong Driver

So recently I had required a car along with my license and there are some peculiar things about this vehicle. This Acura I'm driving has tinted purple windows, a loud sound system with insane base, fast acceleration, and one of the most wanted cars for stealing in the Bay Area. One night, I'm driving home from the gym, and as usual, I have the sound ripped up and the base straight rocking the suspension. On the way back, I see a cop drive up behind me, not with sirens on, and continues to follow me. After seeing him follow me a couple of blocks, I pull into my old elementary school parking lot and roll down the window to ask the officer if there was a problem. The light inside my car turns on and I turn and look out the window to question the officer and see what's up, but the officer's car slows down and then speeds up in front of me and then leaves me alone by driving off. The only reason I can assume he drove away was because he saw my skin color, which could have been the opposite of who he was expecting to see driving the type of car I do. I really don't want to call out any officers on stereotypes or racism, but it just kind of reminds me of our identity and labels, like how that relates to stereotypes.