I have grown up looking at the same Zilla my dad had bought brand new. Its a 1990 and my dad rode it a handful of times. As I got older I really wanted a quad of my own and the old man would never go get one. When I was 10; right before I left for school and my dad had left for work, I went into our garage and managed to get the quad to fire up. I quickly opened the garage door and ripped up the rode, took it top speed, which to me felt like I was doing well over 100 mph lol, then hurried back and put everything the way I found it. All day long I could smell 2-stroke exhaust on my clothes and was loving it. Then the bus ride home I could still smell it worried my dad would be able to as well and when the bus pulled up out front of my house my heart sank cause there was my dad looking at the tread marks I had left coming up out of our driveway. I thought my life was over. He just looked at me and said, "I didn't think you were even heavy enough to kick the thing over." He allowed me to ride it, with his supervision a couple of times and then he bought me a Yamaha Blaster 2 weeks later. The LT sat around for years then was moved outside to rot, my dad gave me the LT last year and I have been doing a full restoration on it, this is what it currently looks like.