Ron Perry’s Advice about the 2006 Jeep Grand Cherokee SRT-8:
If you are the type of person who can’t control your right foot, you’d better carry bail money. The 2006 Jeep Grand Cherokee SRT-8 is worthy of consideration but good luck convincing the wife that you need it. The decision to buy one will be testosterone influenced. Definitely drive this beast. It is a lot of fun.

Christian Wardlaw’s Advice about the 2006 Jeep Grand Cherokee SRT-8:
As much as I like the 2006 Jeep Grand Cherokee SRT-8, I’m not sure I could recommend it to anyone except people who love a big V8 engine and want to go fast in a straight line. This is a muscle car, pure and simple, modernized and sold as a jacked-up station wagon. It offers none of the handling of a sports sedan, none of the capability of an SUV, and doesn’t have much space inside. That leaves a very narrow, but very grateful, target buyer. And at these low production volumes, that’s all Jeep needs for success.

Thom Blackett’s Advice about the 2006 Jeep Grand Cherokee SRT-8:
I enjoy fast convertibles like the Chevy Corvette and the Mercedes-Benz SLK, but I can’t afford either one, so I drive a used Mustang GT. Is it the best car out there? Far from it, but I can look past the cheap interior and poor handling as I near its payoff date. Fuel economy is of little concern since I hardly ever drive it. The Jeep Grand Cherokee SRT-8 should serve in the same capacity for people longing for a Porsche Cayenne Turbo, or who are really dreaming of a 520-horsepower Turbo S. For a relative bargain, Jeep offers a four-wheel-drive SUV that’ll scare its driver just enough to make those rear cheeks clench up.

And then there’s the question about whether, in this time of high gas prices and congested roadways, people need an SUV that is light on utility and heavy on muscle. There are faster cars out there that handle better, SUVs that are immensely more practical, and hordes of vehicles that do it all more efficiently. Fact is, the Jeep SRT-8 is about as sensible as owning a V8 Mustang that seldom reaches 20 mph in California gridlock. Unless, of course, it sits collecting dust in the company parking lot with all the other automotive journalists’ rides.