Pam Gibbons was just another one of the hundreds of commuters waiting in traffic jams yesterday morning after a fatal road traffic collision on the Causeway.

Waiting near the Blue Hole Hill gas station, she and a co-worker called ahead to the Bermuda Airport duty-free store to inform their employers that they would be late. Then they joined the small crowd of commuters waiting in their vehicles and on the sides of the roads for the Police to re-open the bridge, their only link to St. George?s.

When they finally arrived at the airport after the Causeway was re-opened some two hours later, however, a nightmare awaited Ms Gibbons. She was greeted with the news that her 34-year old son, Scott Gibbons, was the motorcycle rider killed in the horrific collision.

?All that time ?I had no idea it was my child on the Causeway,? she told last night,

Both Ms Gibbons and her son?s father, Robert Hollis Jr., went straight to the hospital, where Mr. Gibbons had been pronounced dead on arrival by an on-call physician at 10.20 a.m.

Last night, friends and family gathered at the family home in memory Scott Gibbons.

Adored by his grandmother, the pride of his mother, the 34-year old father of one was a reserved man.

While his grandmother was emotionally exhausted and declined to speak, his mother told that her son never liked a wild lifestyle. ?He had a bubbly side, but he only showed it to people who knew him really well.

?He was quiet. He kept to himself. He lived a simple life. Thank God he didn?t like town life, fighting, he never hung in nightclubs.?

She did not hesitate to give her own mother credit for raising her son. Explaining that she was a young mother and that her father, Mr. Gibbons? grandfather, had died when Mr. Gibbons was just five weeks old, Ms Gibbons said she spent much time travelling while her mother, Peggy Gibbons, raised her son.

?My mother took over and really it was she who brought him up. She did everything for him. She spoiled him.

?She made his sandwiches for school. I didn?t have to do anything for him. She is very upset right now ? this is hard for us.

?That was his mom, right there,? she said. ?That was her number one.?

Everybody spoilt him, Ms Gibbons continued. ?I stood up for him even when I knew he was wrong. I?m hurting now.?

Formerly a cricket player for both Bailey?s Bay and Hamilton parish, Ms Gibbons said her son loved the sport. PHC, she added, was his number one football team, while fishing was another favourite pastime. ?He was a good sportsman.?

Mr. Gibbons, who was just starting his second week as a labourer building the new seniors? rest home at Barrack?s Hill in St. George?s, also had a strong love for food ? macaroni and cheese in particular.

?He loved to munch,? his mother said, adding that one woman had even nicknamed him ?Macaroni?.

?He loved to eat, Scott loved to eat ? that?s why his stomach was so big.?

?I saw him today just before I went to catch the bus a little after 9 a.m. and he spoke, he always speaks,? a cousin who did not wish to be identified told yesterday.

?He was coming down the hill on his bike and after I got down the steps he tore down the road like crazy.

?I said to myself, Scott, take it easy, I hope nothing happens. I hope nothing happens.

?He was friendly. He would do anything for you. He would mow my sister-in-law?s lawn. I knew him since he was born ? his grandfather and my husband were good friends. My grandson and he were friends ? they were born the same year, his birthday in January and my grandson in September.

?His grandmother adored him. She tried to be there for him, to help him.?

Though often morose, Ms Gibbons said she loved her son in spite of his moods. ?He was often hostile and had a miserable way. That was just his way ? that was my son, and I loved him.?

?He was help to us in the house ? a nuisance to us sometimes. He was the man of the house. At least, he tried to be.?

Mr. Gibbons? daughter, Giscae Gibbons Henries, will turn nine years old in October, Ms Gibbons said.

Funeral arrangements will be announced shortly, she added.

?He was quiet, he was reserved. He was my son.?