Just found a similarly tough-to-read section of road on Hwy 36 heading west from Red Bluff, (northern) CA. Took about 3 hours of boooorrring slab from Roseville to get to Hwy 36, which looked enticingly curvy on the map. Very first turn after the signs proclaiming something like "138 miles of curvy roads, trucks longer than 30 feet not advised" (one of my favorite signs in the world, BTW), had a 25 mph curve-ahead warning arrow. So, having just finished 3 hours of mostly straight ahead riding, I began to set up for the corner with a bit of caution (at about 55 mph since I was still stiff and hadn't fallen into rhythm with the road yet). Look ahead into the corner, which is level with the surface I'm currently on, getting ready to drop corner entry speed to a slower-than-should-be-necessary 40-45 mph, have a good line for corner entry, and suddenly the road drops by 10-15 feet. Now my entry speed is too fast because it's tough to brake when the roller coaster drops out from under you, my entry line is shot because I was aimed to be in position at the wholly visible start of the curve, and there's an equally abrupt rise in the road coming fast. Managed to get squared away before the corner started, but my line was still not ideal so I can't see very far through the corner. Naturally, at the apex, the road has about a 2 foot hump, which tried to launch me to the shoulder. Frack! What kind of goat-trail road am I on?
The first 10 miles or so on 36W was packed with some of the weirdest road engineering decisions one can imagine. I narrowed the reasons down to 3 possibilities: 1. The road construction company did not have access to large earth-moving equipment when they won the contract, so they just kind of flattened out the road bed with a tiny grader; 2. The engineer was a "Mother-Earth" type who couldn't bear to defile her natural, graceful undulations, so he left them all in place; or 3. It's a fault-line like on Hwy 25 near Parkfield and all they can do is slap more asphalt on top of the constantly shifting tectonic plates. A little further up the road are some gorgeous, smooth-as-silk, scrape your pegs forever curves, so I might be up north to play again someday. When the time comes, I hope I remember the idiosycracies at the start of the twisties.