Night riding is the best, I love how quiet and calm everything is. I never sing out loud as I would scare the local wild life away, stopping to watch the bats is fantastic.
I've often ridden home in the early hours, lovely if the weather is kind, of course.
It's weird, until I did the Carlisle to Newcastle overnight organised by
@mcshroom I hated riding at night. I did it when necessary but could never enjoy it. Now it doesn't faze me at all.
The thing I miss the most about living in the Carse was being able to stop in the countryside on a clear night and look up at millions of stars. Singing Toto at the top of my voice at 3am on the back roads above the A90 was pretty good too, but doesn't have the same effect in Glasgow
Riding with a headtorch is amazing/terrifying, so many eyes watching you from shadows.
I'll never forget the time I was riding through a forest in Provence, heard frenzied rustling before a wild boar (sow?) burst forth from undergrowth and ran off with her piglets squealing behind her (it wasn't my singing that prompted them, honest). That's not the kind of experience you can get riding in the day...