I have a self-entertainment story that I’m always working on in the back of my mind called the Warlord’s Cook. The Warlord is about 70 at the time of the story and the cook is about 50. The story is set two generations into the future, post collapse. (Fertility tanks, diseases break out of the antibiotic jail, global depression triggered by fraud and currency speculation, banditry, shooting nukes between India and Pakistan leaving large swathes of both countries and downwind uninhabitable, and as the final wretched maraschino on top, collapse of the rubber industry when the long predicted blight attacks the monocropped rubber in Malaysia and SE Asia.)
Anyway, in my version of the future The Clipper is still in use.