Me. Carrier Quals on USS RANGER in September 1978. Flying a Tomcat (BuNo 160659) from VF-124 out of Miramar. It was Friday the 13th (of course) of September at 2345 at night. We were on CAT 2 for what was going to be our fourth cat/trap of the evening on our way to 10/6. Light on fuel; I seem to recall about 4500 pounds (70 mile BINGO to NKX). Military power shot. As soon as the cat fired, it's obvious to me (in the back seat) that we were no longer connected to the catapult. My sense was that we'd had the launch bar ripped out, becuase after the initial "jolt" of the cat firing, we were just starting a very graceful takeoff roll just as yuou would at the field. I said to the pilot "Okay, we're of the cat, can you stop? Can you stop?" In retrospect, had we pulled power to idle and stepped on the brakes, we'd have stopped very nicely. However, my pilot was doing "the right thing"...focused on the gauges (black as hell, no horizon) and didn't have the peripheral sensory/visual cues that I was afforded. His "seat of the pants" feel was that we were experiencing a "soft cat shot", so he staged the engines up into burner, which just made us "roll a little faster" towards he bow. As I could see the bow coming up and the airspeed not even off the peg yet, I said "Standby to eject." He responded "Wait a minute, I've got it...". I made the decision to see what happened to the nose after the nose gear left the deck; assumed the position; grabbed the lower handle and waited for the end of the deck. My last look at the airspeed indicator showed "alive...but only 80 knots". As soon as the nosewheels rolled of the deck, the nose pitched down and I pulled the handle. . .