1 minute read
Quietly Full Noise
by TQ.kiwi
From Wanaka to Alpe D’Huez and destinations beyond, Jack Moody intends racing on to a slightly different beat.
By Kent Gray
AT 64KG DRIPPING WET, JACK MOODY is the caretaker of a physique you might find filling out an extra small World Tour team jersey, a dancer on two wheels summiting hors catégorie climbs like they’re a sector of pancake flat pavé. It’s little wonder, then, that cycling is an enduring first sporting love.
He’s 5ft 10in, or 178cm in new money, a smidgeon taller perhaps with cleats on. Maybe even “180 if I style that mop on my head into a Mohawk.”
The understated humour comes standard and by his own admission, there’s a hint of small man syndrome lurking within too. That’s the result of being underestimated throughout his secondary schooling where Moody transformed himself from a Arrière du peloton presence on Auckland Grammar’s mountain bike and road cycling teams into a whippet on the track, quick enough to give the national schoolboys steeplechase record a scare.
