In short, no - or at least, not the news-stand ones.
My car mag habit began in early 1991 when I bought a copy of Classic & Sportcar at the airport on the P7 school trip to London. I was 10. It had a Jaguar XJ12 on the cover, and a fantastic travelogue across Australia inside that basically consisted of snaps of rusty Australiana like Chrysler Centuras and Austin Kimberlys. I must have read that magazine from cover to cover about 100 times; in fact I still have it. I was hooked.
From there on in, I spent my pocket money infrequently and sporadically on Volksworld (a brief but very passionate spell where a Type 2 Bay crew cab was the most desirable vehicle in the whole wide world), Mini World (same, and led to the unwise acquisition of a totally fucked Clubman some years later), Max Power (lucky miss there, as I spent about a year getting all wide-eyed over Dimma-kitted 205 GTIs, Courteney Novas and Turbo Technics Sapphires), Classic American, more C&SC, CCM, Top Gear (when it was launched), Retro, and occasionally Car Week.
Jalopy magazine, already referenced above, was the first magazine I totally connected with. I stumbled across Issue 3, and stuck with it (whenever I could find it) right through to the final Issue 31. I loved it. The marvellously self-deprecating stories relating to the dismal heaps profiled therein in glorious smudgy monochrome; the cheerfully candid tales of the publication's ongoing financial woes, Paul Wells' cracking illustrations (including Skoda The Scrapyard Dog) - which I photocopied and used to cover my school binders - Peter Wynn-Rees' Crock Music reviews, which pointed me towards Neil Young and The Who (to my everlasting delight) - it was all in there.
Until the day I stumbled upon this place (while conducting an internet search for Jalopy magazine, as it happens) it was the only instance I'd encountered where tatty old cars, cheerily black humour and a lifestyle outside mainstream consumerist orthodoxy intersected. And I'm hopeful that one day I'll find the missing two issues to complete my collection.
When the Jalopy publishing lean-to finally caved in, I moved on to Popular Classics, which levelled out as the only one I made a point of buying monthly. My years misspent with Britain's Smallest, Dullest Motoring Mag had now ruined C&SC for me forever, with its £500k Mercedes 500SLs and Sothebys auction reports, and PC featured more of the the kind of cars I liked - Viva HCs, Renault 16s, Mk3 Zodiacs. I even had a couple of submissions featured in the Rust In Peace and Reader's Cars sections, which certainly felt like Hitting The Big Time to a starry-eyed provincial 15-yr old.
Whenever Popular Classics was subsumed into Practical Classics (around 1997?) I switched to it for a few more years, but eventually became aware of how much recycled content and repetition there was; MGs, Minors, Jags; MGs, Minors, Jags... I'd sniffed around publishing a little more by then as a possible career, and a few work experience stints confirmed what DW has mentioned upthread: as much as the editorial staff might want to profile a Citroen CX, Peugeot 604 and Renault 30 shoot-out on the cover, they would be painfully aware that an issue so presented might only sell about half as many copies than if they'd slapped yet another sodding MGB on the front. The bored-husband Tesco magazine aisle dreamer is, it seems, a substantially more lucrative target market then a ragtag band of passionate Francophile petrolheads. I think Jalopy just might have been subtly alluding to such a depressing reality when they slapped a pair of E-Types and a Morris Minor in a show setting on the cover of the penultimate Issue 30.
Your Classics magazine also appeared toward the tail-end of the 90s, headed up by some of the ex-Jalopy luminaries. I did buy it for about eight issues, but although it had a pleasantly reasonable £1.95 cover price, I couldn't get over the fact it wasn't Jalopy. It folded not that long after I stopped buying it. Although I was now the proud owner of an entire driveway of utterly rotten and deeply shit cars, much to my parents' delight*, by 1998 I didn't feel the car mags had much to offer me.
Around that time, I was also descending into a costly vinyl addiction and if I did come home with some dead tree, rather than a large tin of Isopon or a Super Furry Animals 7", it was now more likely in the form of NME, Melody Maker, Record Collector, Q or Mojo.
My dad had been roped into some form of special offer which meant that Auto Express arrived through our door weekly for a derisory sum; I did used to enjoy flicking through it, especially articles on buying at the lower end of the market. Recently though, I was something like 80p short on a Sainsburys shop where I'd hoped to use one of those '£4 off when you spend £40' vouchers, and after hurriedly grabbing a copy from behind the checkouts to nudge me over the line, was beyond horrified to see that it was now approaching a fiver - despite being mostly adverts. Yow.
During my latter years at Halfords, we had a magazine stand on the parts desk and used to get Car Mechanics, Auto Express, Banzai and a few other titles which never, ever sold. I'd flick through them at quiet periods, and then send the unsold covers back for refund while taking the rest of the mag home with me.
For about the last ten years or so, I've maybe received a Practical Classics at Christmas and that's been about enough. I just find that articles are either strangely short, and very light on detail, or seem to be plugging some sort of snake oil product. Decent, informative, in-depth articles just don't seem to happen anymore - though I do enjoy Sam Glover's fleet updates. Occasionally I'll have grabbed the odd Classic Ford or Octane before heading off on a longer trip, but that's maybe once every two years. I don't even buy music mags anymore. They're the same old mix of breathlessly recycled hype and trying (and failing) to come up with fresh angles on defunct bands that have been absolutely flogged to death. Music journalism is possibly in a worse way than car journalism.
I do have a subscription to Classic Motoring Review though, which has a fantastic breadth of new and reprinted articles from across the decades (many of which are from Car, which I'm sad to say I didn't bother with in its heyday). I don't really consume it like a magazine for instant gratification on the train, though - as a quarterly publication, I make a point of holding it back until I have an evening free to sit down and really savour it. There's an eclectic mix of supercar exotica, classic racing and utter sheds, which makes it into something of an automotive chocolate box - but it's marvellous to once again read new writing from my Jalopy heroes Mark Williams (CMR editor), Rod Ker and Frank Westworth. Helpfully, it's even the same size as Joypal, so sits neatly alongside it in the Datsuncog Shite Archives.
I've also really enjoyed the premier issue of Motorpunk, another quarterly subscription magazine which has its partial genesis in Rich Duisburg of this very parish - and, for full disclosure, not just because they put one of my articles in. It's amazing how much content fits in when there are no adverts, and although there might be an initial sticker-shock for those of us used to mainstream mags, I reckon that the quarterly subscription market of high-quality, niche articles tailored to a small but loyal fanbase - paid for in advance and not relying on lowest-common-denominator shelf appeal - could be the way forward for print publishing.
I know from MrsDC's interests that she no longer bothers to pick up knitting mags from newsagents or the like, for the exact same reasons of repetition and poor proofing - but very much enjoys the curated quarterly periodicals - and, let's be honest, I'm reaching the age where quality over quantity counts. I stopped buying daily newspapers when I realised I didn't have time to read them (or didn't prioritise time to read them), and simply bought them, dumped them on the coffee table, then put them in the recycling, still unread, at the weekend. Which was beyond stupid.
So yeah, CMR and Motorpunk are the only motoring titles I make a point of reading these days, and that works well enough for me - although I still retain my subscription to Viz, because deep down I am a childish and immature individual... but all these magazines come to my letterbox, of my choosing - I just don't buy much off the shelves.