Oh dear

[Bob Culver]

I have recounted before but in the early 60s when my car was everyday transport a somewhat more youthful apprentice mechanic a few doors away was running a Ruby. The cars in use were rare by then so we naturally new each other. He ventured way out of town and twigged things were amiss in the hub. He called into my fathers house for tools. The axle was as the photo or worse. He had trouble balancing the key to put the hub on. My fathere although a plumber was meticulous in matters mechanical and was aghast! 
The owner had previously experienced a broken axle.It flicked itself through and he could not fathom why the car suddenly steered under throttle. I guess the reason would tax more then an apprentice.