Every night I ride home from work at about 12:30 AM. I enjoy this night ride because often I'm the only bike - hell, the only vehicle - on the road. The miles just roll under me, the deer looking from their grazing with dull bored eyes, I don't think about them as long as they stay on their grassy knolls...I hug the left lane and do keep a look out for them (in the battle of a motorcycle vs a deer I fear the deer would win). One close encounter was enough.
Still the miles fall under my tires.
I suppose a better rider could describe the feeling. That feeling of isolation without being isolated. A feeling of being connected to everything and nothing that only riding a bike can give you. I've been a hiker for years and have felt that deep connection to the natural world before, on the bike however it's different. Maybe it's the speed, maybe it's the increased awareness you have while driving a bike.
Maybe it's just the cool night air running across your body.
Who knows what causes it, what forces act upon you. For me, the ride home at night wakes me up, makes me forget about the stresses of my day and job and brings all my senses into play. I listen to the purr of my engine; I catch the smell of swamp water and heather as I pass through the woods. I see the meteors streak through the blue black sky.
It's easy to understand why even the roughest of bikers wax poetic about riding. On a night like the other night, I do too.