Devil's Elbow — a stop on the Tunnel of Trees.
Slow right down — you are coming into the sharpest sequence on the whole road, and it has a name: Devil's Elbow.
The road drops into a ravine, bends hard, and climbs out the other side, and it does it with no shoulder and very little sight line. In a car it demands your attention. On a bicycle it is a genuine event. In the days of horses and early automobiles on an unpaved track it must have been considerably worse, which is presumably how it earned the name.
I will be straight with you about the folklore, because there is some: you will find people online who will tell you the elbow is haunted, or cursed, or that something walks the ravine. I have not found anything solid behind those, and I would rather tell you nothing than tell you something invented. What I can tell you is that this is an old, awkward, slightly ominous piece of road cut through a wooded ravine, and that a place like that collects stories the way a gutter collects leaves, whether or not anything happened in it.
What is definitely true is the driving. Second gear, both hands, and do not be looking at the trees through here.
Once you are out the far side, the road opens and runs the last few miles to Cross Village.