Well, it finally happened; the flatbed of shame.

Bound to happen when one pushes the limits and has unknown reserve capacity.
I knew better, but decided to press my luck this morning when the wife arrived home from her graveyard shift with only two bars.... I briefly charged back up to three bars and headed for work 16.4 miles away.
My morning commute is a significant net downhill that only takes the first two bars of a fully-charged pack, and the final three bars might barely introduce me to the turtle in summer. I also opted for a highway segment that is entirely downhill in order to avoid some stops on my usual slow and winding route, but taking that downhill at speed completely eliminated my usual regen gains, and the car shut down right before it had to climb the off-ramp. In total, I went 6.6 miles on the turtle, mostly downhill. The car restarted several times, but would only go forward in creep mode. Pushing the go pedal at all would shut 'er down immediately. Temperature was about 30 degrees and the car now has 64,800 miles on the odometer.
Of course, the flatbed truck driver was amused and didn't charge mileage on the 1.5 mile tow to the L2 EVSE at my office... A buddy with a rope would've been the ticket, but my wife is home sleeping with a sick kid and the timing would've been very inconvenient for anyone else I could call on...
Oy vey, $80 of my fuel savings have been returned to the service economy, and MR BEAN now knows his limitations....