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By TK Stewart - It was springtime in the desert and Diego “Chico” Corrales simply wanted to drive his new motorcycle and be free from his troubles. He had just become the proud owner of the suped up machine - and like every day of his own life - he was anxious to push the iron horse to its limits. It didn’t matter that his license had been revoked for nearly a year. Diego Corrales was going for a ride.
He couldn’t have known it then, but that was going to be his final spin on the highway of life and that day was going to be his last among the living.
His marriage was not going the way he wanted it to go and his boxing career was on the rocks, too. But Diego Corrales, only 29, was trying to make some sense of it all. He was a father to five children and his current wife, Michelle, was six months pregnant.
He had tried to wash the rancid taste of the fight game out of his mouth earlier that day with a few drinks, and he hopped on the back of that stallion of a bike to let the wind carry his worries away. As he sped down Fort Apache Road in Las Vegas, you can imagine that even in his haze, Diego Corrales was thinking about how he could put all the broken pieces of his life back together. [details]
He couldn’t have known it then, but that was going to be his final spin on the highway of life and that day was going to be his last among the living.
His marriage was not going the way he wanted it to go and his boxing career was on the rocks, too. But Diego Corrales, only 29, was trying to make some sense of it all. He was a father to five children and his current wife, Michelle, was six months pregnant.
He had tried to wash the rancid taste of the fight game out of his mouth earlier that day with a few drinks, and he hopped on the back of that stallion of a bike to let the wind carry his worries away. As he sped down Fort Apache Road in Las Vegas, you can imagine that even in his haze, Diego Corrales was thinking about how he could put all the broken pieces of his life back together. [details]
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