UPDATE: Hope I make it down the road a piece

This morn'ns write up on my break down will be very short. I am too disgusted to even talk bout it.

A couple of ya thought I had made a fix yesterday. Well no I didn't. All I did was run a temporary wire to operate the starter with out turn'n the key to the start position. If the ignition will stay on after I start the engine....with that wire, I may be able to go down the road a piece.

A auto repair guy was emailed in Lafayette, but he won't be open till Monday....and he may not even answer my email. There are no Workhorse authorized service centers any where close. The RV places are dealerships only....they don't fix stuff.

Depending on how "Sally da house" runs out there on the road, I may either go to a RV park or go through Lafayette do'n a hunnert mile a hour. I won't know until I crank this thing up an' pull out. But, I'll tell ya one thing....I'm sick.....I'm stressed to the max.....an' I'm skeered.

The sun has finally come up....I can see outside. It's cloudy an' get'n kind of close to cold (48 degs).

If worse come to worse, my son Robert say he would come help me. Let's all pray that don't happen. That would be a 535 mile trip for him. With that in mind, nephew Joseph is closer....450 miles. Damn I need a mechanic bad!!!!

Will update later............
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As promised, here is your update....

On one hand I'm happy as a lark. Hmmmmm....how happy are larks??? Anyhows, I'm right at 45 miles from the dreaded city of Houston, Texas. Then on the other hand, I'm skeered shitless this thing will shut down go'n through a big city....like Houston. It's bad enough worry'n bout it driv'n down the road. At least there are shoulders to pull over on. But big city's, there ain't no sholders....just big ass concrete walls.

When I cranked up the engine this morn'n, it sounded sooo pretty. Made one loop around the rest area an' headed to the interstate. Run just fine, right through Lafayette, La. go'n a hunnert mile a hour. Then not much further, there's a traffic jam up. I know to be in the right lane just in case I got to pull off. I did. Engine shut down, ain't got no instrument panel lights....deader than a door nail. My first words was...."OH SHIT". Turn the key off an' back on, I got them lights. Kick in the starter with that piece of wire an' I'm back on the road.

Now I'm look'n for gas. Under half a tank, can only go bout 200 more miles. I pull into a hunnert gas stations. "Sally da house" don't fit. This causes stress ya know. I'm sit'n there cuss these gas stations an' "poooof", the engine is dead again. But....it start right back up. I'm tell'n ya right now, I need a ignition switch.
*if I could only figger out a way to jumper the contacts on the ignition switch*  You ain't gonna believe where they put that thing....up under the dash.

At this point, I have put 200 miles in today, with only two shut downs. Once I get through Houston, I'm home scott free. Close enough for nephew Joseph to come fix this thing....replace switch. I'm think'n bout another hunnert miles or so should do the trick.
Will let ya know laters.