Folks Of Interest Pat Ganahl, The Hot Rodder Next Door

Rand Man · Aug 25, 2022

Thanks for the great story. Pat was a social “influencer” before there was such a thing. In this day of instant gratification, we don’t remember that years ago, some folks had tons of influence on social trends. It just took months to get the word out.

Ganahl was in the lead as the street rod movement brought back hot rodding in the 1970’s. Many don’t know about his influence in the low rider scene. In the 90’s, he touted the new idea of traditional hot rodding, thru features on far out fun car clubs like the Shifters. We have lost a superstar.

Broman · Aug 25, 2022

One of the best things ever written on the HAMB, for sure...and that is a HIGH bar. Gorgeous post.

51 mercules · Aug 25, 2022

Great read! Thanks for sharing!

Hot Rod Ron · Aug 25, 2022

Jeff Norwell said: ↑

Probably thee VERY BEST first post I have ever read… being here a near 20 years.
Welcome…. And an outstanding tribute.
Please stick around.
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BINGO. Could not have said it any better. Now for more shots of your coupe please.

bchctybob · Aug 25, 2022

Thanks so much for the glimpse into everyday life with you and Pat and your neighborhood. It really paints a picture of the real-life, fun loving neighborhood hot rodder that he was. You were very fortunate to have had a personal relationship with him and his family, memories that will last a lifetime.
Very well written and poignant, thanks again and welcome to the HAMB.

El Hueso · Aug 25, 2022

Beautiful.

hotrodA · Aug 25, 2022

What a touching and heart felt tribute to PGan.
You opened another door into the life and character of someone we all revered and wished we knew better.
You were blessed to be in that enviable role as “Pat’s neighbor”.

nosford · Aug 25, 2022

Thank you for sharing all your memories and pictures of Pat. I have read Pats stories in magazines and his blog as well and very much got sucked in to the "history lesson" and enjoyed every minute. Reading your post I felt very much the same way, from the first paragraph I was hooked and read your story more than once! You have a gift much like Pat in my opinion, you need to find a way to keep that story telling going. God speed Pat, he would be flattered from all the attention he is getting, and the attention is deserved! He is well missed.

40ragtopdown · Aug 25, 2022

Thanks for sharing this with us. Just goes to show what most of us know. He was a great friend 'neighbor 'writer 'historian ' journalist, hot rodder. But most of all a great human being. R.I.P. Pat.

catdad49 · Aug 25, 2022

Random thought moment; Pat was the Preacher and We were the Choir.

Old-Soul · Aug 25, 2022

A beautifully written tribute to your friend, mentor and neighbor.

Thank you.

woodbutcher · Aug 25, 2022

Outstanding Sir.Thank you.
Good luck.Have fun.Be safe.
Leo

southpaw-customs · Aug 25, 2022

Thanks for sharing! What a wonderful tribute to a wonderful person.

Tman · Aug 25, 2022

Yup, after almost 23 years here I have to say that is on helluva intro. Sorry for the circumstances. Please stick around, you have a lot to offer

little red 50 · Aug 25, 2022

Thanks for your tribute and story of the neighbor next door. Kind of makes it seem like all of the nonsense going on in the world is completely meaningless. I think you were as good of neighbor to him as he was to you. RIP Mr. Ganahl

rob-redm · Aug 25, 2022

Thank you for sharing that with us.. RIP Pat, you'll be dearly missed..

UNSHINED 2 · Aug 25, 2022

Such a touching tribute to yet another side of Pat.

Thank you

BrerHair · Aug 25, 2022

Oh my god, you sir have written the greatest tribute that I have ever read about anyone. Thank you for letting us into your intimate relationship with your famous neighbor. Holy Smokes! Outstanding stuff.

A badass Model 40 is my personal favorite hot rod . . . Good on you!

twenty8 · Aug 25, 2022

Outstanding tribute. Thank you for sharing these glimpses of Pat with us all.

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Since day one, I have truly valued Pat’s friendship and help. I told him that often. One of the last times I said that to him I also asked what I could do to return the favors. Standing in my driveway that day, beaming that trademark Ganahl smile, he said “You’ve already done more than a lot of people do; you said thanks. We’re good, John.”
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You can now do an amazing thing for your friend and neighbour. Now is the time to ring his doorbell and check that his loved ones are ok. But I am sure you have already. The way you have written about Pat tells me that....

TerrytheK · Aug 25, 2022

About everything that can be said about your post has already been said by others, so I'll just say, "Thank you".

Bdamfino · Aug 25, 2022

I remember Pat's blog on your coupe, and his " famous" eye for minute details you've done that a stranger may miss! As stated, bless you for sharing a wonderful and touching tribute and I can't stress enough, as you and others mentioned ...the support Anna Ganahl lent her husband( Allowed?!) all these years and the eye for detail and history Bill has! It's your coupe, but I'd leave it bare metal!!!

Brown Devil II · Aug 25, 2022

I have read many stories on the HAMB this one is defiantly tops. Great story well written made me feel like I was there.

alanp561 · Aug 25, 2022

Well done, how very well done. Thank you for the story and welcome to the HAMB.

Allmotor · Aug 25, 2022

Awesome tribute

Cyclone Kevin · Aug 25, 2022

John Starr said: ↑

Hello all,

I never imagined that my first thread on the H.A.M.B. would be something like this. Last week after hearing Pat had passed away, I sat down to write about the years I have enjoyed being his neighbor. The piece below was intended as a personal exercise to help me process Pat's passing. It certainly has helped do that. But now I feel I should share it, along with some of my photos of Pat.

My heart goes out to Pat's family, friends and everybody whose lives Pat has touched.

John Starr

Links to the other threads about Pat's passing:
https://www.jalopyjournal.com/forum/threads/thanks-from-the-ganahl-family.1272391/
https://www.jalopyjournal.com/forum/threads/pat-ganahl-r-i-p.1272122/

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The Hot Rodder Next Door

This morning I realized I had to do something I’d never before considered doing; hanging a picture of Pat Ganahl in my garage. The thought had never occurred before because two doors down from me, lived Pat and Anna Ganahl.

Ten years ago, my wife and I blindly bought into this neighborhood. It was almost an impulse buy. We were utterly worn down by home shopping in the highly competitive Los Angeles market. It was December 2011, and as we drove into this secluded canyon neighborhood to see this house – just another random listing in a long list – we felt we had slipped back in time to Mayberry USA. Manicured lawns lined the street, chimneys puffed, and Christmas trees glowed behind windows. People walked their dogs, and children played at a nearby, picturesque park. To this day when I talk about buying our house here, I often say “We didn’t buy a house here; we bought an admission ticket to this neighborhood.” Had I known then that Pat and Anna Ganahl came with the neighborhood, I would have grossly overbid on our house.

By the time we moved in in early February, we had met Pat and Anna. Standing at our door that day with my wife Melissa, I asked Pat what he did for a living. When he said he was a hot rod builder, historian and writer with a garage full of cars, my eyes lit up and my jaw literally dropped.

Anna quickly said “Uh oh, is that a problem?”
“Why would that be a problem?” I asked.
“Well, some folks think hot rodders are just noisy neighbors.” She said.

I smiled and shook my head in disbelief. “I grew up hot rodding, and I was planning on getting back into it once I got a house. We’re good.”

Despite spending most of my high school and some college years wrenching on, and cruising in, my souped-up 1970 Pontiac Lemans Sport in the 80s and despite the fact that I had a subscription to Hot Rod and other car magazines where Pat’s work appeared, I did not know who Pat was. I’m sure I read some of his articles back in the day. But like most car-crazed kids my age back then, I was more into pictures and how-to tech articles, not who took the photos or wrote the articles.

Anna and my wife became fast gardening friends. And soon, Pat was a frequent visitor to my garage, showing interest in the many relics and photos housed inside. From photos of my late father and his fighter jet, my brother and his Navy helicopter, my other brother and the sailboat he crossed the Pacific ocean in, to me and my motorcycles, my hot rod, skydiving days… my garage is a shrine celebrating family and friends for whom the couch was the last place you’d find their asses parked.

Every so often Pat would bump his head on some low-hanging relic in my garage, and I’d make a joke about how my garage was set up for average height people in my family, not giants. “How tall was your boy Dean at birth?” he said one day after one such exchange. My son Dean was then maybe two years old. “He was average height at birth.” I said.

“So was I!” Pat said, wagging his finger, chuckling. I still laugh about that exchange. And sweat a little.

I spent far more time in Pat’s garage then he in mine. Early on Anna had explained to me that the rule was simple; if the garage door was open, come on by. I did that a lot. (And I never bumped my head on anything in Pat’s garage). Other car folks dropped in on Pat, too, and it was through these encounters over the years that I began to fully appreciate Pat’s stature in the world of hot rodding.

Whether recalling how he wrote one of the first articles about the cars of American Graffiti – “I went to the studio lot, the cars were deteriorating on the back lot, and George Lucas was off in London making some space movie. But even with a clutch problem, I got the Milner coupe running and drove it around the lot.” – or just shooting the bull, Pat’s stories were a component of his garage no other garage could match.

Somebody would point to a rusty thing on Pat’s wall and ask what it was. Pat would give you not only an answer, but an excellent schooling about where in hot rodding history that thing belonged. And his lessons sunk in.

I learned that I did not “hot rod” in the 80s; my car back then was not a hot rod. It was a muscle car. In Pat’s presence, my self-applied label of a former hot rodder shriveled to “car enthusiast”. But Pat never said that, and he never treated me like that. He knew I was searching for a project car and gladly discussed the pros and cons of the various builds and cars I was considering.

In fact, I was utterly indecisive about what my next project should be. That all changed the day that a man named Peter Vincent parked his freshly trailered trophy car between mine and Pat’s houses.

“You might want to see what just pulled up at Pat’s house,” my wife said that day. I looked out the window, said “Holy shit!”, grabbed my camera, ran out and shamelessly intruded on Pat and Peter. After snapping a bunch of photos I looked at Pat and said, “That’s the kind of car I want, what is it?”

Pat busted out laughing and said, “You have expensive taste!” He then launched into a condensed history of Pete’s new pride and joy; the infamous vintage dragster known as The 15 oz Fuel Coupe. It was quite a story. But I must confess; Pat had me at “chopped 1934 five window coupe”. The search was on.

Pat was not only a willing participant in my search, but an eager one as well. He wasn’t big on phone calling, so when he had something to tell me he’d just knock on my door. “Hey John, you got a minute? I wanted to show you something.” We’d huddle around my dining room table pouring over a Good Guys Gazette, or Rodder’s Journal, with Pat showing me photos, explaining things I should know, learn, consider, or avoid.

Eventually Pat’s son Bill was drawn into the search and, very long story short, soon he helped broker a deal with a customer’s ’34 drag coupe build Bill had just rejected. The car was a heavily stripped-down former runner that Bill had determined, for various reasons, was not a good starting point for his customer’s show quality build, but would be a great starting point for somebody like me who wanted a rough knock-off inspired by the 15 oz coupe.

I did not know it at the time, but the day Pat helped push this project car into my garage he was already doubting that I had the skills and motivation to get this battle-torn, supercharged, cheater-slicked coupe roller driving. But I never got any indication of that. All I know is that as the years passed, Pat never stopped enthusiastically helping me. I filled his email inbox and wore his ears out. And the help kept coming. In fact, Pat is the only person I’ve ever known who happily reciprocated my windy emails. He was a great pen pal.

When I bought a welder, he gave me scrap metal to practice on and some welding tips as well. Over the years his advice was mostly technical but often aesthetic -- like the time he told me not to use any angle iron on the build, and my flex radiator hose had to go. “No hot rod uses flex hose, John.”

There were friendly taunts along the way. One day as he was leaving for his Sunday cruise in his ’32 roadster, he saw me sitting on my front steps having my morning coffee. Revving his engine, he stopped and stared me down. Leaning on the steering wheel he said, “I guess I should be happy you’re taking so long on that build, because the day you get it running, I’m finished.” With that he smoked his tires with a respectable launch and sped off smiling. Moments like these I’d often share with his son Bill. That day I texted him photos of the tire marks Pat left in front of my house and joked about reigning his dad in. Bill always had a witty reply. We all know that talent runs in the Ganahl family. Well, so does wit.

When Pat took me for a drive one day in the ‘32, I joked with Bill that my property value ticks up a notch when Pat parks the roadster in my driveway. Bill joked “Good, that should make up for all the ways he decreases your property value!”

“Nonsense,” I told him. “I love the smell of auto paint in the morning. Smells like… inspiration.”

Another day, much to the delight of my little boy, Pat took his famed Ike Iacono dragster for a spin around the neighborhood. Out of respect for our sleepy neighborhood, he did no tire-smoking launches and kept to the speed limit. But once back in his long driveway, the pedal came down as he did two impressive launches into the garage. Twenty minutes later, unbeknownst to Pat, a police cruiser stopped by. The officer leaned out of the window, smiled, waved to my wife and little boy, said “Good afternoon, ma'am”, then drove off. Somebody in Mayberry USA had called in Barney Fife. The next day when I told Pat about this he glowed with pride, celebrating his notoriety like a high schooler busted for TP’ing the principals car.

Not long after this, Pat knocked on my door saying he needed to do a near full-speed test with the dragster, which meant making some outlaw passes on an empty road somewhere nearby.

“Would you be comfortable driving push truck for me?” Pat asked.
“Hell no, I don’t want to drive push truck for an outlaw run!” I told him. “But I’ll film it!”

Pat drafted his friend and fellow hot rodding neighbor Paul Chamberlain as the push truck driver. Pat trailered the dragster, and off we three went to an industrial section of Burbank where Pat had reconnoitered a suitable street the week before.

While this was ostensibly a technical endeavor with real problem-solving objectives for Pat’s dragster (fuel pressure gremlins), we were three kids sneaking out on a Sunday afternoon to have some fun. My job was to watch for traffic and keep the street clear and safe. And I did. I also managed to video the entire episode. Lots of noise, lots of giggles and several passes later, we’d trailered the beast and beat a retreat.

Back home, I instinctively looked out of the window to see if any cops had followed us. All clear. Paul and Pat are 20 years older than me. But not that day. I think we all felt like we’d just gotten back from playing ding-dong-dash, and as we sat down to dinner were hoping our moms would not ask what we had been up to.

Meanwhile my career and being a new dad gobbled up more time away from my ’34. Surface rust encroached, and my son was getting old enough to understand what this “cool car”, as he called it, really was. So I started finding time to work on it.

Four and a half years after Pat helped push it into my garage, it was ready for a test drive. I did not call on Pat to come over and witness it. Honestly, I was just too nervous. Thankfully, my wife and boy -- now six years old -- heard me idling down the driveway came to the door and witnessed my maiden voyage as I did two cautious laps up and down the street. They cheered.

I felt bad that I had not called Pat, but the next day I got an email from him talking about the wonderful “dream” he had about my car starting up and taking a successful test drive up and down the street. Turns out, he and Anna had witnessed the entire event from their living room window.

In the days that followed, we celebrated the milestone, and had some garage time working bugs out of my car – a process of car building Pat calls “fumigation”.

Pat seemed unusually ecstatic about my success at getting it driving, and confessed to me one day “John, no offense but I never thought you’d finish this thing. I was really starting to wonder.” He explained that many of these kinds of projects stall forever in the garage, and he simply had no reason to believe mine was any different, especially given my level of experience.

I laughed, then said “You sound like my mother the day I dumped a filthy 1969 GTO 400 engine on the floor of our garage, saying I was going to rebuild it and stuff it into my Lemans!” That GTO engine did not stay on the floor long. I got it rebuilt and running hard in my Lemans in short order. Over the years I have taken pride in finishing what I begin, and under Pat’s scrutiny I dared not veer from that course.

Pat’s recollections of my coupe’s maiden voyage later became the subject of one of his last blog entries “The Reject.” I was floored, flattered and initially at a loss to understand why he took such strong interest in my very humble project. Indeed, Pat seemed more excited about its “escape from the garage” as I called it, than I did. Maybe he was relieved that the hot rodder next door wasn’t going to embarrass the other hot rodder next door. Or maybe he rejoiced in being able to witness a tiny little bit of his and hot rodding’s past repeating itself in my garage. Maybe both.

Since day one, I have truly valued Pat’s friendship and help. I told him that often. One of the last times I said that to him I also asked what I could do to return the favors. Standing in my driveway that day, beaming that trademark Ganahl smile, he said “You’ve already done more than a lot of people do; you said thanks. We’re good, John.”

After somebody is gone, you fill the hole with memories. I’m thankful to have many of those with Pat, but my favorite Ganahl memory happened the first time we met on our doorstep over ten years ago when he and Anna knocked on our door and did something so incredibly quaint and touching, that thinking of it still warms mine and my wife’s hearts. With broad smiles on their faces, they said “Hi. We’re the Ganahls, your neighbors.” Anna then reached out and handed us a bowl of cookies she had baked and said “Welcome to the neighborhood!”

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Local hot rodders shooting the bull with Pat in front of his house, and in his garage.

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A typical scene in Pat's garage; hot rod history lessons.

The mighty 15 oz Fuel Coupe on the day Peter Vincent stopped by Pat's with it in tow.

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Pat, the car-carrier driver and I pushing my newly acquired '34 roller into my garage.

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My first ride in the roadster.

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Pat and my son the day Pat took the Ike Iacono dragster for a spin in the neighborhood. Note the straight, lightly inclined street; Pat told me that in the 1950s our street was used for soap box derbies.

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Burned rubber in Pat's driveway on the same day.

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Video frame grabs from the Burbank shenanigans...

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Pat on the day he gave me the vintage plates off of his '33 to use on my '34. DMV cleared them, and they now reside on my coupe.

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Pat and I backing out of my driveway on July 4th, for his first and only ride in my coupe, "The Reject" as he dubbed it, on the day he did the photo shoot for his blog.

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John,
I knew Pat for 30yrs. He and I basically just chatting about history of all sorts. When I read his blog re: your 34, It was pure Pat !!!! An enthusiast whose career just involved all the kool things in the world just like many of us Hot Rodders. I’ve seen Pat with many different cars over time, but the way he spoke about your journey into Hot Rod ownership was just awesome!!!!!
We’ve lost a great historian, writer friend but above all Anna lost her best friend, confidant and ear bender, Bill lost an immediate influence, car buddy, cheerleader and most importantly his one & only dad who kept his promise to repay the money that he borrowed from his college fund so he could live the deuce loose “Nitti” dream which resulted in a truly well thought out Street Driven Roadster.
Thanks for allowing us readers to see such fantastic neighborhood Hot Rodding at its best!!!!!
Sincerely,
CK.

fastcar1953 · Aug 25, 2022

Great thread. I just read the reject the other day. Nice to get your view of him thru the same story.

John Starr · Aug 25, 2022

HOTRODPRIMER said: ↑

John, are you aware you have your profile turned off? HRP
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Sorry about that, wasn't aware. I'm rusty as hell on the controls/settings here. I think I fixed it this time...

John Starr · Aug 25, 2022

Cyclone Kevin said: ↑

his one & only dad who kept his promise to repay the money that he borrowed from his college fund so he could live the deuce loose “Nitti” dream which resulted in a truly well thought out Street Driven Roadster.
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I heard that story a few times!

John Starr · Aug 25, 2022

Thank you all for reading this. I'm the least qualified person to write about Pat, but this had to come out of me and go where it might help others heal as well. So thank you for the very kind comments.

Kreepea_1 · Aug 25, 2022

Thank You for sharing, John!

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