TLDR - About John Angel
John Angel is a Midtown West New Yorker with that signature charm and just the right amount of edge-zero patience for impatient, inconsequential strangers. A genius, ridiculously good-looking, and a total badass-he even breeds top-tier aesthetics. He’s coffee royalty, has a wild past in pharmaceuticals, rocks a perfectly round butt, and-fun fact-has indirectly helped generations swap spit. Deep into Art, Tech, Legal, Cars, Motorcycles, Politics, and ONYX. And just so we’re clear-he’s not single, so hands off the merch, people!
About John Angel
Multilingual, courtesy of the family. Former pro at something exciting (but that’s a well-kept secret). My days are filled with cutting-edge technology and running a firm, though I’m no counsel-just someone driven by a passion for mastery, ONYX included. Somehow, I seem to draw unforgettable adventures, wild animals, affectionate older women, and-who knows why-a lot of attention. I’ve always seen life through my own lens and get exactly what I want from crafting this journey of mine. I thrive on diving into spontaneous, unconventional activities that others secretly wish they could pull off.
ONYX Era
Back in 2019, I convinced a bunch of my friends to get an ONYX RCR-most did, and we still ride together today. Helping my crew is what made people think I worked on ONYX bikes, which I eventually started doing for free from 2019 to 2022. Why? Because I didn’t want new ONYX owners (who weren’t my friends) embarrassing me at our big meetups. And guess what? It worked-no flats, no breakdowns, just solid rides.
Early on, I also realized that helping these random riders meant I could build racing teams, and that worked out too. Let’s be clear-I never did any of this out of kindness or goodwill. I did it to serve my own agenda: keeping my rides embarrassment-free and feeding my love for racing.
The one truly good thing I’ve done? Pushing safety awareness-because that’s something I genuinely care about for everyone. Along the way, I’ve made a lot of new ONYX friends. I’m known as the guy who doesn’t want or need anything-which makes me the most dangerous guy in the room. ONYX took my already awesome life and made it even better, and now, I actually care about all these ONYX owners.
Computer Era
1995 was a wild ride to wrap up high school on Long Island-graduation felt like a bittersweet finale to my squad’s reign of terror. Reality hit hard: I was about to face the cold, buttery truth of adulthood-figuring out how to butter toast like a proper grown-up.
My friends couldn’t wrap their heads around the fact that I was into computers. I mean, we grew up playing football and lacrosse-give me a stick, and I could check your wrist so fast you wouldn’t even know what hit you. Need someone to lob a football into oncoming traffic? Look no further, I’m your guy.
But little did I know, the sick 10Mhz Laser XT Turbo computer my dad hooked me up with was more than just a shiny new toy-it was my ticket to the future. Turns out, this baby was about to launch me into the world of Information Technology and a lifetime supply of cat memes. The timing? Impeccable. It was like snagging a front-row seat to Bitcoin… but in the late ’90s.
Tuning Era
By 17, I was already wheeling and dealing cars like a pint-sized dealership. It all started with my dad’s gift-a Toyota Celica-and before long, I’d hustled my way up to a Mitsubishi Starion Turbo. Let me tell you, that car was straight out of the future. The amenities? Fancy enough to make those old Cadillac dudes green with envy. And the pull? Oh, it pulled.
Working on that Starion with my dad was like the gateway drug to my future car obsession. Fast forward a few years, and there I was, wrenching on my 700HP SVT Cobra Mustang-a beast so epic that my son still talks about it to this day. That Mustang wasn’t just a car; it was a legend in our driveway.
Becoming a young dad flipped the script, and it hit me-I could raise the ultimate hybrid: a geek-jock combo. A kid who could crush it on the field and still code circles around everyone else? Challenge accepted.
Code Era
I’m that Long Island kid who ditched the accent, made all the right friends at all the right times, and-fun fact-never sold drugs. Who knew I’d end up 47 miles west of where I grew up? Back then, New York City felt like some distant, bizarre idea. Moving here wasn’t so much a choice as it was a lifeline during the economic dumpster fire of 2009.
But if I’d had a crystal ball to see what was waiting for me, I’d have packed my bags years earlier-because life here turned out to be a wild, surreal dream in all the best ways. Late nights, hustle mode fully activated, I dug in deep, making the right moves to build a life worth living. NYC might be strange, but it’s also temptingly fun-a playground where I learned to thrive.
