It's a strange place on the western edge of a small town.  The old Southern Tier Parkway went over a mountain.  The Susquehanna River ran slowly by, several hundreds of feet below a steep slope.  The road wound its way, snakelike, around the mountain side.  There were sharp curves.  The name "Devil's Elbow" describes the place well, and lends it a sinister aspect. In the early days of auto travel, there was a picnic area along the road.  A pavilion had a red roof and protected the lunch eaters while they stretched, ate sandwiches and most likely, drank from long-necked Pabst Blue Ribbon bottles of brown glass.  The railroad track below probably still contains shards of the broken glass.  Who stopped here? Innocent travelers, for the most part, I'm sure. Probably gangsters on the lam from post office wanted posters.  A traveling salesman.  A runaway teenager.  A pregnant teen girl named Peggy.  A husband with his secretary enroute to a cheap motel in Elmira.  A wife going back home to mother. Uncle Bob with the family silverware.
Later, in the '50's and '60's, there was a bar, The Elbow.  At first, it was an old man's/farmers tavern.  In the late '60's, it had live "hippie" music who played song covers from the "Strawberry Alarm Clock."  
It was there when my brother, injured from Viet Nam, hit the pedal of his new Mustang and spun out on wet leaves.  The barrier of trees held his car from the plunge to the RR tracks below.
There was an Amusement Park on the mountain.  I rode the Ferris Wheel with a girlfriend.  I rode the bumper cars and nearly got whiplash.  Now it stands, spooky and mute like a graveyard.
The Elbow road had a legendary ghost: The Girl in Lavender (or Blue, or Red, or Pink).  She was the "Ghost Hitchhiker" of urban legend fame.
All of this and more on the edge of a small town.  The town where I grew up.