Made it home in one very-soggy piece. Kinda funny. 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.