2005 Jeep Commander Review

Posted on 17. Nov, 2005 by in Auto News

You can not blame Jeep for launching a retro-style seven-seater at a time dealer forecourts have become sport utility tar pits. The Dark Lords of DCX pulled the trigger of the Commander when the petrochemical sun was shining, hay was made and used the word "hybrid" orchids, vegetables and livestock. The logic was sound: fecund building a spacious SUV hold trailer Jeep Trail Rated vehicles within the fold. Something that would entice even the lifestylers helming less venerable vehicles. But the execution is inexcusable. Even if Shell V-Power was free, you would not want to waste it on the new Jeep Commander.

Before I tear the commander a new tailpipe, I would point out that Jeep's biggest SUV so far as far as the civilized animal rough-and-ready Cherokees of the past. Sure, it looks exactly like the rough-and-ready Cherokees of the past: a relentlessly linear form with all the aerodynamic efficiency of a breeze block. And yes, it sucks gas with the same gay (but butch) as a four-by-forbearers abandon. And the Commander has all the steering feel of its predecessor (ie none). But the big Jeep is a thoroughly modern engine, carries five passengers in safety and comfort, regardless of weather (ex tornadoes) or terrain (ex chasms). It is these two other passengers who are female.

Well, if they do not bitch when they are in, they will, when they come from. After five minutes in the commander's tippy-up "theater-style" rear seats, full-size adults will wish they were not there. Thanks to a foot, the shallower than the British royal family gene pool sitting, also polypeptide poor three-year-olds in the way back is the risk of getting a pair of shiners with their knees (try to explain that the social services). The commander of the third row is like the Porsche 911 Turbo Cup holder: You can be happy that they there, but you would be foolish to use them. Still do.

And the price paid at the pump. Bopping in the city, the commander mileage readout never written numbers in a position demanding our two-year-old the numeracy. Although I no moral / political / environmental / social concerns driving a vehicle that gets single-digit mileage, I can not be a gas hog that does not offer adequate compensation pending. The Lincoln Navigator fuel can burn less efficiently than an Icelandic fishing trawler, but at least it is NFL linebacker compatible transport. Not to belabor the point much, was the commander of a non Pee Wee football team hauling in midfield without seriously impair their ability to walk, never run into them.

During a Navi is permeated with bling, the commander makes the interior a reformed church look like a Chuck E. Cheese pizza. Say that the Jeep soft-touch plastics offer more evidence that DCX has the art of the manufacture and assembly of world-class polymer dominates. But the cabin relentlessly dark coloring and generic Chrysler design make it seem small and gloomy. The Brink truck-sized windscreen does nothing to relieve the interior of claustrophobia, and much to increase it. And what about the fake Allen dashboards holes? If they were meant in a male Tooltime way reassuring his Jeep should perhaps have resisted the urge to fake all holes on the replacement chrome garnish mint their steering wheel and gearshift.

There is only one other possible justification for the commanders tremendous thirst: speed. Our 5273-pound tester holster a 4.7-liter V8, good for 235HP at 4500rpm. As these figures suggest, is the commander of the official 0 to 60 stat very leisurely: 10.2 seconds. On the positive side, the V8 moments a good game, the commander tips with real conviction and feels much faster than it is, especially when kickdown wakes the engine from the default solidification. Since the Hemi engine option will trim a few seconds from the former commander sprint times and reduces the use of "up to" 20%, it is difficult to understand why someone would not saddle-up the 95 extra ponies.

Money. Yeah, well, try out our testers $ 37k, without GPS or a luggage net (doubled the boot floor as a launch pad). That's a lot of wedge for a narrow vehicle sans spizzarkle and Hemi. We would be remiss to not point out that many of the Jeep Commander's inherent deficiencies directly with the big, heavy, clunky Gubbins enabling their superior off-road capabilities to be used. There has done. Now can someone please tell me why not Jeep make this a better job?

No one expects a jeep any jeep like a Prius or coddle drink like a minivan. But surely the guardians of the legendary brand know that the form must be accompanied by a nostalgic nostalgic mileage and packaging. Heads-up guys: it's time to go back to the future.