Made it home in one very-soggy piece.
I'd been on the first blinking stage of the fuel level warning (.8 gallons left) when rolling down 405 right by the old Wilburton tunnel work.
Thought I was running out of gas since the bike acted like my older petcock-equipped bike needed to be flipped into reserve. Realized I was on the Strom and that I had FI and I was spinning up the rear tire at steady throttle.
Not exactly warm fuzzy feeling at 55mph in a spray fog while being tailgated.